A Morning Twitter Poem*
Morning house silence,
Pre paper-on-the-driveway thud,
Or even the comforting clacking
Of the automatic coffee maker turning itself on.
Path toward peace:
The power of a moral character.
The second great depression.
What else is there that I can enjoy right now?
Collecting stories and their visual display.
A way for what?
Running down the road,
Trying to loosen my load.
I've got stupid questions on my mind.
Me add gentle.
Wishing every day was a holiday.
Wondering about this whole Twitter thing.
It's weird when you realize,
You don't really know anyone,
That goes to your old high school anymore.
It's going to be a longgggg day.
So what is true and
What is not is
What I think about.
Will need help with that.
I need more coffee.
* All these statements were abstracted from this morning's twitter.