OctPoWriMo #12

Today was about absorbing words

So they might mingle with my soul

And I wasn’t ready to part with

A single syllabol

OctPoWriMo #13

Awake an hour now

And my vision is blurry

A nap is the human version of

Turn it off and on again

Although it is well before noon

I am considering this option;

There’s no sun anyway.