This Morning

here I am this morning sitting at a table meant for card play but being used as a desk all alone in my bedroom I try to start writing but can't think of what to say I feel a bit grotesque like I just crawled out of a tomb should I write about the nightmare which woke me? or the dead squirrel I saw on my way to get caffeine? trying not to pout over a brief lack of creativity making an effort to claw at any creative gene so here I am this morning suddenly wanting to play poker I should be seriously writing but I'd rather be a joker