Thoughtless Mornings
By Loneliness is condescending •
Every morning when I wake
I’m greeted by bright shapes
Pleasure met deep inside with every breath I take
Pulling me past the ageing bowl of grapes
A tense growing
With anticipation sleep is lost
Great knowing
To you it is the cost
A joyous shriek, a clattering of speed Followed in a splashing
Every morning it’s all it takes
With a ceremonious thrashing
To eat a bowl of Fruity Flakes
This is to you Gran with much love