Pre-emptive rush
dissolves into
tense waiting
for the chaos to start.
Shuffle as you fill,
twiddle as you label,
praying the day
won’t drag like this
every hour,
others will eventually
emerge from their beds.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Pre-emptive rush
dissolves into
tense waiting
for the chaos to start.
Shuffle as you fill,
twiddle as you label,
praying the day
won’t drag like this
every hour,
others will eventually
emerge from their beds.