Inert

you can feel the day hit like
all the rest
leftover anchors weighing you
down from yesterday’s
trivial roadblocks

the great wall of China lined up
around your bed
what’s the use when
even the thought of having
to decide which coffee to drink
today is a thorn in your side

it’s so easy to abandon the
whole thing and attempt to
rekindle the dream draining
into the back of your skull

this is about the time your
bladder reminds you of its
existence and you are forced
to relinquish your warm position
under the comforter and traverse
the cold tile of the bathroom floor

while your feet awaken your
head hangs heavy in a droop to
one side trying to ignore the sting
of the toilet seat but at least relief
has come to the pressure immediate

it is now you notice the sunshine
spilling into the shower from the
glass block window and maybe a
shower would be OK if only to melt
the crusty hair helmet coifed
from the pillow

ahh pillow...
a magnet too strong to avoid
even if this might be
the nicest day of the year