Do Re Mi Poemy

Abuzz and alight 

Listening to the night 

Tired but alive and so I decide to write

Shall I suggest that you please mind my thought canopy

Where ideas are microwaved rather than slow roasted, maybe not your fancy

Where the imagination has an amazing line of credit with no extra fee

Obsessive tongue cleaning, brushing with soft bristles while trying to be quiet

The act of teeth brushing always significant, luxurious, full of bite

It's the hours after dark when morning tasks somehow feel quite right

Busied by nocturnal loveliness at the edge of the bed where I'm sat

Watching the papaya tree, her branches distressed by the clutches of an awkwardly tiny baby bat

Just how much damage could the little one do? I attempt to work out the math

What's this life for, if not for questions that probe deep, that dare to seek?

Contemplating the cons of a templatized week

Amidst a depraved world with pouring news in varying degrees of bleak

What a small existence is mine, castled in with all this comfort in sight

No flight or fight and no need for might

Trying to be meaningful typing into a 6 inch screen with a blue filter so not so bright

Another day ticked off on the wall calendar tomorrow, another passing date

I have to, tomorrow, wake up at eight Despite being in bed early I end up sleeping late

I'll be back in a cushioned chair with all the peeking of my growing bottom parts

Somewhere soldiers are laying down their lives on battle lines, so dutiful in their hearts

While on my keyboard nimble mindlessness of fingers tap away, creating pivot charts

I was born with stubby toes and that's why I'm called stubborn

I'm supposed to get better at the stuff I like and I'm decent at, but sometimes it's better to unlearn

To let things loose, to allow the alarm to snooze, to be on yourself, a little less stern