A two week, unrevised scramble of sporadic thoughts with a sprinkling of hangover paper and scissoring chopped in.

Waking up besides a ledge, potted blasts
of rich, minute petals tickle senses alive
as the squints of colour, genial whiffs,
linger around my dome, through tunnels
of closed eyes, blotted with the pinks,
greens and oranges of a window box,
in line for waters after toasts and teas
sitting simply in breeze, savoring times
to shyly unfold more delicious detail,
drenched with the patience of divinity,
as the office node retires atop stairs,
reaching for a ring of too many keys
to be revived by perfection’s flourish.

pencil, pad
canvas, coal
hours, years
ages, goals
spectacle, fan fair
theatre, applause
indulgence, greed
demand, cause
type writers, keys
zeros, ones
minutes, moments
concepts, none
muted squeaks
bounces, blocks
filters, folders
catalogues, stock
dormant tiers
lagging streams
attention spans
shut down screen
silence, space
time, thought
journal, pen
lesson taught