the sparrows
mock me this morning
her dreamscent
lingering on
my pulsating brain
a sullen gray
painting the sky
bitter coffee
coating my mouth
the birdsong grates
bared nervousness
as the daily allotment
of anxiety arrives
a fiberglass straightjacket
choking out the
liberally taxed freedoms
i work halfassedly
to maintain

already in need
of an eight hour nap
dreams can be exhausting
especially when all
they do is rile up
the silt making these
already murky waters
an impossibility
to navigate