I have begun
waking at three a.m.
again having fallen
fast asleep in my Office.
I realize I could be
that hermetic old man
(more so if burbon and smoke
were applied in libations)
surrounded by my books
and habitual days
but I do love and live
both in my way
and learned that love
comes in many guise
and form
and it is not
so much for you
as it is for me
that I express
these words
oft a poetic morn
having risen
stiff necked and back sore
at least it wasn’t
passed out on the floor
for when I drink
I seek my bed and rise
bright eyed
and wanting more
from life than books
words, dreams,
long naps in the sun.
