Memoo.

good slow August morning
so sleepy I couldn't find the
snooze button to turn the silly light
          away into the flood

—has it been a year already?
12 months since the slapdash hasty
last minute flight to that shore of
          history

good morning other 3:15ers!
I feel you all struggling as well.
corrupted distractedly away from
the noise.

there ain't nothing there. empty.
no dreams, no wild inspirations,
nothing … good morning indeed, when
the need for muse is ungraspable
itself ethereal