WAKING TO A CLOUDY DAY
THAT SHROUDS THE FOG WITHIN
YESTERDAY I TYPED AND TYPED
TO STILL MY CRANIAL DIN


AND TODAY I WAKENED EARLY
FED PETS AND REVIEWED OLD PROSE
AND NOW I FEEL SO BLEARY
YOU COULD LEAD ME BY THE NOSE

LIKE AN OLD BRAHMA BULL
YOKED TO THE DIURNAL WHEEL
ROUND AND ROUND I GO
HARDLY KNOWING WHAT I FEEL


STILL I RATHER LIKE THIS NOCTURNE
PLAYED IN THE EARLY HOURS OF DAY
THOUGH I WILL CEASE THIS POESY
AND START OUT ON MY WAY



CHEERIO(S)-- CHUCK D