puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
morning habits
January 16, 2026
break the habit
and form it back up again
stronger
[or weaker]
than before
hold it together with
dips in time
and days gone by
and a word here and there
tied up with a bow of
intentions
and whatever free time there is to spare
for a curse against
other curses
and mortality
or mundanity
in general
hold it together
hold it together
hold it but not too tightly
for breaking may make
it easier
[or harder]
and you’ll only know
once it
happens
[and sometimes that’s a risk one must make]
[and sometimes
it absolutely
is
not]
December 12, 2025
i wonder
if i whiled away my morning hours
finding the rhymes
and alliterations with time,
if i’d feel more
connected/
more a part of/
more in line
with my silly morning poems —
if i seriously sat still
thinking of the perfect line
the perfect rhyme
the perfect kind of poem to
express
and impress
and decompress
and perhaps then
i’d force my poems on others
[but, as it stands now, i can only make that happen
for like half to two thirds of a full poem,
and then i let go the pretense, and get back to the words
that just make sense
with my morning brain]
December 3, 2025
sitting down to write
and not feeling the immediate
“i have to eat”
“i have to use the restroom”
“i have to do anything other than
write right now”
and i don’t know what to do with that
how to use it —
all the possibilities are before me
spread out
mapped and tangled and crumpled from
viewing but disuse
and i simply want to write
something
something
something
to make myself feel
like i’ve used my
one wild and wonderful brain
November 30, 2025
a poem
to center
not distract
a poem
to wake up
not relax
a poem
to get the brain
the body
the mind
the soul
going
a poem
to bring me into
this world
this day
this moment of time
into
maybe even
myself
a poem.
November 25, 2025
we are good kips
who do our things
that we set out to do
in the mornings
me with my poetry
kip with their programming
puppies with their naps
and cats with their…whatever cats do in the early hours
November 22, 2025
will i,
once i get back,
be back into
some semblance
of a morning
habit
with these words?
that would be nice
that would be nice
October 1, 2025
turn off the brain
turn on the writing
turn on the morning
the focus and the words
that mean nothing
that mean everything
if i don’t think too hard
if i don’t think hard enough
if i simply stop thinking
maybe these poems
may make sense
eventually]
September 14, 2025
not feeling the morning page poetry
this morning
but that doesn’t mean
i won’t do it
i mean
i continue to do this
every
single
morning
whether i’m in the mood or not
just to have something to do
just to have a habit to latch onto
just to have some proof
to say
‘i was here, i had thoughts and feelings and insights, too’
and maybe someone will read them soon
and maybe someone will read them in hundreds of years
and maybe
because they’re all digital
they’ll disappear into the ether
but
maybe the ether will get a kick out of all these poems
and they and the void can talk about me
behind my back
when i’m long long long gone
September 9, 2025
i completely forgot
for a moment there
that some people drink
hot things
in the morning
and i got so confused
and concerned
seeing some sort of gas roiling
above kip’s mug
but it’s just steam
from their tea
how silly of me
how silly of me
kipventures 