Rearranging the mental blocks

Thursday
and I woke up anyway,
I’m guessing that’s a win.

Just going to go and get
my
second cup of ‘joe’

that’s good
(taps on wood)
in case the witches
are watching.

So
beyond the ‘dreaming spires’
further North,
up in the Shires
the civil war goes on,
‘long live the King’
but I woke
and I know that he’s
gone.

Why do it, why waste lead
sat on the edge of the bed?

my life is being sharpened away.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.