my brain started the day
just craving sleep

it moved on to listing/spreadsheeting/
organizational breathing deep—-
the calm that comes from analytical endeavors

and i assumed that would negate the need for poetry
but my surprise rises in perpetuity
as i spit rhymes and find lines i didn’t know i
craved
with the very soul of me

i’ve expressed so much in so little time
in so very few lines
and it’s not even 9…