AMMMM

A Monday Morning Mundane Muse.

Come on now.  Listen.

It’s a rat’s nest up there.

Frost on the ground

and in my round

synapse…nothin’.

So come on now

and move some stuff

around .

Legs on the floor squawk.

Dust, like dry ice breathing

down my neck.

Sip a caffeine

and stir a half a tank.

Someone said writing

burns us writers.

I ache for a third degree.

Heck, I’ll settle for a blister.