Listless amongst dirty dishes
dry porridge sky above
broken yolk sunrise revealing
shadows and crawling creatures.
Moments of small poems grasping
elusive meanings and obscure dreaming
a clutter of script on tattered pages
a scattered loose leaf punch card head.
Broken verses and uneven rhythm
fragmented shards of worthless words
composing and composting
creating and defecating the same.
My life’s work amounts
to a mountainous molehill of garbled shite.