Gods And Monsters Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A monster need
awakens
and so it begins,
a routine struggle to focus
find, then steady the feet,
stop the swim of vertigo
hold onto walls
make the legs go
forward, forward, forward.
A pause to pee
precedes determination
that weeble wobbles,
winds down sunny halls
following the scent of that
sweet nectar of the gods.
Its fragrance wafts
through the air
beckons
this early riser
to first pour; ah-h-h-h-h-h
how sweet is
my morning glory! !