It's midday, or thereabouts, Walt Disney
is on the stereo, strenously denying whatever
I can find - rare pics of Julia Roberts' kids
if I care to click on the links microsoft provides.
You are in the shower attempting to reverse the day
may I suggest to whomsoever you petition
ask for a refund rather than your sweet hours
that have lapsed asleep in a dressing gown frowning
away the chorus of pain - do you like that phrase?
Walt, allow me to recite at least once to the cat, please...
He lies there, he knows nada, his name is Lucky.
See how the day lies. Maybe eight minutes have elapsed,
I am still at this computer, my tea is no less lukewarm,
a minute or two to revise, dance of the sugar plum.