4.27.2012

27.


The Trouble With Mornings
I.
the soft twittering calls of
the birds wafting in the window
are interrupted by harsh
blaring beeps from the small
black box that rules my day
II.
morning kisses are often buried
beneath thick layers of quilts
and grunts requiring a
seemingly excess amount of
wrestling and persuading 
III. 
the liquid gold that powers
my daily substance will not
satisfy without the ritual
offerings of filtered water
and fresh grounds

2 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Lots of fun details here - loved the insight into your mornings. #2 was my favorite - I'm there too.

Charity said...

Yeah, this is most mornings, and my husband's the burrower!