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A Monday Morning Mundane Muse.
Come on now. Listen.
It’s a rat’s nest up there.
Frost on the ground
and in my round
synapse…nothin’.
So come on now
and move some stuff
around .
Legs on the floor squawk.
Dust, like dry ice breathing
down my neck.
Sip a caffeine
and stir a half a tank.
Someone said writing
burns us writers.
I ache for a third degree.
Heck, I’ll settle for a blister.
Gerald the Writer 
>rat's nest…interesting.love the natural and honest flow of it.beautiful read for Morning morning!
>ah yes – writing can be like this…