Morning Without Entries

Poems pre-diary benefit
from the jumble, unfended,
spilling over, over the fences,
pausing at the gates to deride
the notion of quieter commotion.

Each verse burbles its effervescent
bubbles onto glass sides, reflecting 
the storm rampant, the cramped
forms evident in the cumulus
numbness, prior to feeling named.

Denial spirals thirst for additional
caffeine, withering on extra syllables 
when one might do better to do
less than two and more than zero
in pen and pencil, lined.