coffee – Angele Toomey Poetry

Sunday morning

I am not a morning person. Daily routineThe coffee maker’s whirris how you get me to stirIt’s promise of caffeine Is what I needI have to live through “morning”Return to the warm embrace of eveningMy days are for people, being a cloneAnd the night is freedom and mine alone

Early mornings

Not much of an intro today, more flow of thoughts about mornings. Mornings are not that greatThe early birds, they say, get the wormsBut I don’t want to deal with the wiggle and squirm.Anyway, you can get tablets for that.I imagine sunrise is just a sunset in reverse, so I’d rather stay in bedFor aContinue reading “Early mornings”

Late for work, a poem

I am not a morning person. I do not function well BC (before coffee). Those are the facts. Late for work, again Chewing gum is stuck to my shoe Unwanted goo! “Please not today”, I feel dismay. It could be worse, I suppose: Ladder in hoes; Lipstick gone rogue (Never in vogue). It’s just todayContinue reading “Late for work, a poem”