I'm Writing a Poem After Waking Up Still a Little Bit Drunk on a Monday Morning
As is best when you're hungover
I'll start by taking a deep breath
and reminding myself this does
not need to be my finest effort,
so we'll see how this goes,
but to be honest my brain is as dead
as my feet after that race yesterday
and I'm wondering what's left in me
that this exhausted and partially drunk
space meatball that I am
is still yearning to say?
And it's that of all the feats I could achieve
-- running, writing, creating a robot army
to conquer the galaxy --
what I really wish I could do
is hug the biggest, fattest tree
to show you how wide
my arms will reach, my love can be.