It’s the calm
before the storm 
or the night 
before the battle 
but the beginning 
is frequently better 
than the end 
be it journey 
or war hope 
often blinds logic
but never ever 
stops the bleeding 

Slept in late
still in bed 
the world outside 
it can wait 
it’s too comfy
duvet and pillow 
and fluffy comfort
this downy bait
let’s not forget 
to mention you 
got up early 
my lovely mate
to make coffee 
and start music 
allowing me to 
enjoy the hesitate

Hammer to anvil 
hit it hard 
to forge steel 
into a shape 
delicate taps tend 
to only sharpen 
that which has 
been heated and 
then struck repeatedly 
this is how 
one turns rock
into a weapon 
child into adult 
innocence into age 

With sugar 
and cream
the bean
it seems 
goes down 
much easier 
and pleasier 
making crazier 
my mood
this fuel 
morning’s tool
does school 
my cool

Yesterday I witch
or maybe wizard
pulled things from 
cupboard and fridge 
set to cook
concoct and conjure 
a tad this
a pinch that
chop chop chop
toss and stir 
aromatics and herbs 
floating high above 
swirling like fairies 
and Pandora’s muses
until at last
ready to serve 
to creature and 
compadre and companion 
a beguiling feast
sure to soothe 
the savage beast