I note a dryness to my cough
Rejection of the stroganoff
This unkind light, is harsh, fluorescent
This atmosphere is dull, depressant
The music on the stand is Liszt
Unpracticed now for months-dismissed
Instead, a strident radio
The television’s blue-light glow
We shouldn’t stay, we mustn’t linger
Can’t help but flash a middle finger
Another day mired, shipwrecked, marooned
The News is bad, our ears bafooned
We turn attentions to a squirrel
The outside air, supports demurral
Today may dawn in radiance
I’ll celebrate the difference
Early Morning Poems 