shattered the morning with coffee again
broken mug patterns of ceramic and cream
Guatemalan grind bitter black dreams
it rarely ever gets better than this

I used to think
there'd be someone
who would laugh
along with me at 
my clumsy mess

empty voice echoes off hot shower walls
Ella Fitzgerald lyrics rinsing the blues
drip slap staccato showerhead spray 
washing cold morning down through old pipes

lonely is how I am
solitude is what I have
soft cotton towels
warm from the dryer
my only caress

hollow spring rain on patio doors
tip-tap trickle tapping inside my brain
February fading flooding away 
discarded bags in gutter and drains

store bought
chocolate cupcake
cellophane wrapped
topped by wax candles
six decades of stale wishes 
all blown away. 

peregrine 
circling closer
attaining 
perigee  

apology 
reaching rising
missing
apogee

we are separated
by a million years
of evolution 
and muddied memory

yet in perspective
isolated disconnected 
we are not so so different.

droning delinquent
doling discombobulated
dodecaphonic
  dodecasyllabic
    dodecahedrons

fuzzified faces
full of phonetics
farcically singing

doo-dah dodo
doodling poems
doodad doofus 
doowopping doozies

dollies and daises
drooping in dumpsters

finally done. 
 

broken brittle bits branching
 up 
    across 
           over 
counter top and floor

swift silent surface sweeping
 across
       down
            under
cleaning out this mess

endless cycle of pretending chaos
might be tamed into order

dish washer
    laundry machine
          vacuum cleaner
humming weekend jazz and blues

Monday is waiting. 

elixir 
inspiration 
burning in my throat
one ounce golden liquid
single shot savoured
pouring another
cheers