My desk top box
Is slowing
And glowing
As it hisses steam
And light switches
Glisten
As they flick off
And shock
And there’s no languishing
In the bath
As it’s more suitable
For removing soot
And I’m stuck
In the inevitable rut
Of doing
And not doing stuff
As the suited
Beauty
Of the day lays
Itself before me
And socks sit
Beside my shoes
As I choose
Whether to use them
Or stay in bed
Another twenty minutes
With its
Comfortable love.
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