really pooped
word mojo on the fritz
needing a ginko

against tomorrow
waging war on the floor
and worshipping

getting up early
after fours days of sickness
moving slowly

up with hacking cough
trying to get some rest
against the new day

in the night watches
the moon crosses the window
hearing the clock tick

up before dawn
searching for a shred of peace
to face the day

after a long night's sleep
feeling like my old self
merely tired