early morning chronicle in one-liners 

“Jesus Christ I only need the one key”!

there's a cardigan sweater draped over the bedroom chair

and that’s enough to call it a wardrobe.

the little stain of spaghetti sauce seems permanent

and the hamper’s a mortal sin. 

the good news is.. the urine stream is blood free.

but listening to John Lennon pining: “go to a show, you hope she goes..”

brings an immediate image of Gina Scelsi.

there are times, although growing fainter, I'll fantasize a girlfriend

of the distant past to appear the same way now as she did back then

and when isolated to the brain's narrow corridors it is often true.

that alone is a good enough reason to become a poem-writer.