again i check
the morning news
for tactical nukes
& planet fall
or for triffids
& celestial intervention
& not finding anything
& not finding anything
new there since midnight
i take my pills
& drink my coffee
sat at the easel
& drink my coffee
sat at the easel
& start to try
to make the canvas
& the summer clouds
i had painted there
look less bloody awful
while theres still air
& a sun to see

