Going back to bed
Is so much better
Than falling asleep in the first place

this morning the sun rose again on my
internet defying my loss of hope
giving me opportunity to enter again
into the nether-poetry-sphere to
dump on you five days of pent up
brilliance

but all my poems
of thoughts and lost socks
seems drab compared to the
color of the bits and bytes
on my glorious connected

world.

Impetuously, the sun seems
to enjoy it’s early rising
with what appears, to me, to be
absolutely
no consideration

Impetuously, I return to
my ever-too-slight-of-a-slumber
with the hopes that
perhaps,
impetuously,
the sun may decide
to hide a while
before it rises again