Is it to quiet those sounds from above
that won’t leave me alone or to drown the
noise of the dog’s desperate licking where
does the source hide itself but such thoughts are
not really for me I get too excited
rest badly and when the excursion starts
I’d rather stay in bed but mostly I
want to write about something besides an
ugly bag mostly filled with water though
it holds some moderate pleasure toothsome
despair and thick clotted rumination,
which may not be to everyone’s taste but
helps exercise the moist gray maze when
I would have had little else but sleep
other animals 