This morning
as usual
I stumbled
down the stairs
for coffee
like a heat-seeking missile
if heat-seeking missiles
were slow
and wobbly
so not really
like a heat-seeking missile
at all
more like
a caffeine-seeking
zombie
if zombies
sought caffeine
rather than brains
not yet fully conscious
not yet able to form
sensible metaphors or similes
it took until the seventh stair
the squeaky one
the one that should get the grease
but no that’s wheels
to register
that it didn’t matter
the squeak wouldn’t wake you
sleeping across town
in someone else’s bedThis is for day #2 of PAD (Poem a Day) or NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).
Tee hee! Love it!
ReplyDelete(ツ) from Cottage Country Ontario , ON, Canada!
Ohh out and about huh
ReplyDeleteThat's right. Thanks for always reading, Pat.
DeleteLove that ending. :0)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathryn, after reading some comments I was worried it was too sudden a shift from the humor.
DeleteOops, stepping out, was indeed a surprise!
ReplyDeleteHmmm...I wonder if I should foreshadow that a bit.
Deleteoh, dammit, Mary, had me smiling until the knife got stuck in. wow ~
ReplyDeleteUm...hope that's a good thing...
DeleteI feel like a zombie in the morning too, minus the unexpected twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteMornings are like that.
Deleteoh snap,
ReplyDeletedid not see that end coming
ugh...though maybe its for the better
i hope
Hey Brian, no worries - this isn't biographical.
DeleteI GET IT. Ha, sometimes I stay away from punctuate purposefully!!
ReplyDeleteLol, me too!
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