I want to go back

to the cool of the bedroom

before it's time to start

the matutinal ablutions.


I want to doze and laze

reading William Witherup

or (vanity again!) myself.




Not sure how runic it is,

the endless rhyming with itself

of the clock's second hand.

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Written on 2021-10-14 at 04:33

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Oh, must admit I had to look up the meaning of "matutinal ablutions". How interesting. Last stanza really strikes my imagination, I like its effects. Merci :)