This should be good
or maybe it won’t
It seems fitting to be inarticulate
yet truthful
at 3:00 in the morning.

At this time of night
So early in the morning
I think it was a good choice
to pass on the Cheetos
My keyboard would be orange
If I chose differently.

I’m in the hub of my house
aloft in my chair
The dead dear watches over my shoulder
As I write
It’s as if we had come to a mutual understanding
Facing the deer is unnerving
After all, I didn’t kill it.

Rather, my gaze falls on a eucalyptus bunch
Abstractedly reminiscent of the Eiffel Tower.
Also the Last Supper, an angel, a woman reading and two Aftican children on their knees
I almost forgot Sweet Baby James who will be a brother in no time at all
The rest blends into daily vision of ordinary life
After I sleep, I need to dust.
All in all, a wonderful room to poet within.