this morning #103.

this morning, his favorite outfit was laid out on a corner chair & ready to rock whenever he saw fit. first, he’d have to get out of bed & clean himself up though. with his wife away at her mother’s for the week, that could wait. today, his destiny was fully his own. for breakfast, he’d settle down in front of the big screen tv, smoke a joint & pair an excessive bowl of fruity pebbles with a lambic he’d been aging down in the cellar. then he’d head out to the backyard for a forest stroll. by noon, he’d lose his way in more ways than one. his mind would drift to stoned thoughts of leaving his wife & he’d find himself in an unfamiliar clearing. he wouldn’t get back to his favorite outfit til morning.