Early

Hear the dulcet tones of Costis Demos reading these words

The day is just cracked

Just spilling

Into the brick wall

In through the duvet

Each wheezy lung awaking

Brain starting to swivel

To whir and click

Conjuring a plan

Picking a path for the day

I am bone

I am dust collecting

I am dry

Each heavy eye lid lifting

Unpeeling

Body stretching

Reclaiming itself

From solitude

Legs twisted together and warm

I can help put this ship on the water

Unleash each yawning sail

There is half a bunch of carnations on my desk

In a pint glass

Next to an empty bottle of red wine

I am crunching my cigarette

Into the ashtray

(( the hush of traffic more like a whinge ))

My muscles loosening from their knots

Tongue deciding

Whether it wants coffee

Or water

Or a mouth to explore

To groan into

Bare bulb

Bleeding permanent glow

The painting askew above the mirror

(( the hush of traffic more like a whinge ))

I have beaten the day still

In its amniotic fluid

I am birthed

I am born into my blankets and pillows

My dry mouth

Tangled hair

Warm feet

Time will soon be pinching

Giving it’s sterile measurements

The pattern in my head

Struggling to defend itself amongst the contours

The terrain of all other reality

Each undertone appreciated

Adored