Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Agnostic intent

This fine morning, Lord,
I woke and breathed, deeply.
I opened my eyes and squinted up,
sighting, blearily, the roof over my head
from the soft comfort of my bed.

I sat up and stretched, mightily.
I stood up, carefully.
I staggered, confidently,
a few feet to another room
where I could relieve myself
and wash up to the sound of running water,
drying with big fluffy towels.

Anarchisitic   Routine

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Hit by motorcycle

First thing  I do in the morning  is to make a coffee.
Assemby  line  worker  has  the lowest  pay.
The most important issues  is availibity  of energy .

Dates  ,  crackers  and  peanut butter.