"Sleep fitful wake grumpy..." by Simon Pettet
It's one in the morning here, but please consider this your Monday poem. It's by Simon Pettet and doesn't have a title, but I hate slapping "Untitled" at the top.
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Sleep fitful wake grumpy go down stairs in dark still morning fill kettle tin can
cold water
make tea light fire kindling examine
the early morning light, put on the radio (it is quarter to seven
you are listening to the farming report)
blessed sleep I know not what you wear or who you are
I imagine you in something extraordinary
slept last night again a baby what do I know?
(what is my plot?) all curled up like that
(on a blanket)
From Jacket
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Sleep fitful wake grumpy go down stairs in dark still morning fill kettle tin can
cold water
make tea light fire kindling examine
the early morning light, put on the radio (it is quarter to seven
you are listening to the farming report)
blessed sleep I know not what you wear or who you are
I imagine you in something extraordinary
slept last night again a baby what do I know?
(what is my plot?) all curled up like that
(on a blanket)
From Jacket