I’m not really a morning person.
It’s noon I’m after-
Something funny might go here.
That feels like canned laughter.
The jury has been dutifully sequestered.
But without the modifications I suggested.
Not to be confused with unfurnished, mind.
Apart from the apartments of the furnished kind.
Business left unfinished.
Something I wrote without you, Inuit.
Twinned to the wind. With a rhyme I couldn’t find.
It dawns on me now how I’m out of my mind – The Great Reduction