This is me writing poetry after I’ve gotten out of bed. Not my best time, for anything.
I started with free verse.
It’s like I’m drunk on sleep
The cold air blowing thru the open window
Where I lay to sleep all night
I need the fresh
I just woke up
The grumpiness of me
Does not go along well with the
grumpiness of others
Routine of the morning
My banana rice milk shake
My cuppa green tea
I’m not awake yet
And, because I prefer abstraction in all things poetry and arts, I did a re-write. I abecedarianed the heck out of the poem.
Lay lounging (may change it to Leg lounging)
Up urgenting (may change to Up upsetting)
X Xtreming (whatever, it’s morning)
Please pass the bloody caffeine.