Still dark out.
Brain lagging, like a beetle carrying a couch.
Start pushed on the coffee machine.
Strong, bitter aroma drifts from
the kitchen.
B vitamins for focus.
Phone beeps.
Cats meow.
Body moves,
Mind crawls.
First piss of the day.
Check my reflection in the mirror
to make sure I’m still here.
I just want to write.
Want the work done.
Snowy morning
but I’ll shovel the lines first.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 3rd, 2026 07:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I just dropped a new poetry video on YouTube words read out loud, no polish, no net: https://www.youtube.com/watch?vLEQlkNVsIQA My books are on Amazon if you want more. https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?refsr
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