Commuter's Joe

her hair wisps of copper filament like sea fans on deep pillows spread out above duvet broken silhouette from bed warmth venting reluctantly, with lidded eyes fighting blue-black cold as I arise and shake off clinging hands of sleep clumsily I make water playing footsies with the cat glances in a spotted looking glass stumble on a toe hygiene habit whoop-de-doo another day in the role of man step right up step it up daily three ring has begun music only sotto once as I glance deep in my eye wondering if my heart's gone dumb (was it truly once fierce & free?) unsure if my soul was meant to fly but asking meaning now is meaningless furrows plowed and dimming pass commuter's music fills the air mumbling desperate on the pike shuffle up, hook it up, file out to the door no time no time for seesaw for a mood sparrows for a mind vegetably, I regret nothing