Oh puppy waiting for a Frisbee.
Oh dreams of last night.
Planning to spill lead scratches out of my pencil here.
Oh talent build me up.
Oh gods and monsters tear me down for a later drama that sings like symphony.
Oh titanium white bringing eye maps to my canvas.
Oh pain in my thumb from so much scribbling of thought across a journal.
Further and farther – the first birds of the day about to make a racket.
Oh punctuation stopping and starting me.
Me stopping and starting me.
The only prevention being a man out of energy.
But he naps like a king and pushes art into the days ahead.
Oh ear of listening. Beam of light on the street glistening.
Oh lovely blue-gray lighting up a coastal town for me and me only.
Oh coyote heading back to your bushy den.
And the wonder of a lonely, bony hand scratching across this dome of mine.
Oh thoughts wind down this pencil and attack the day.
Like it’s your last. All-in-all out there.