james

I can't write when I'm happy.
I lie in bed and watching you sleep
I consider poking you, pinching your nose
Run through a list of mild but annoying
transitions to raise your blood pressure
without doing permanent damage
I do nothing, I turn and huff
Only I could find frustration in joy
I elbow you in the side, but too gently
I couldn't hurt you if I wanted
so instead I wake up the next morning
and tap away this bullshit poem
and consider the sunshine that illuminates
the end of my poetry career.

:)