a dog walk at the park bite of breakfast bit of plant watering and my fully charged battery is quickly drained by 11am, my eyes are fighting to stay open by noon I fall into bed, fully discharged and disappear now 2:30 and I hold this pen slouched on the sofa pushing for cleverness from a very low flow of blood it’s not laziness, I know that one maybe it’s missing inspiration or some other invisible anchor that’s dragging me down perhaps it’s a poem about days we all

I’ve been practicing the sobriety march, one foot in front of the other, the police test for inebriation and a great drill for old teetotalers if I lean too far to one side I notice thin bands of muscle between the hips and ankles, contract, then let go, rescuing me back to vertical I figure with practice these little muscular strands will strengthen and support me during a real-life tipping moment perhaps even become little heroes it’s been a couple of months of practi

with twenty-seven solar panels and two Tesla batteries I’ve snapped one chain of the world that has held me captive for years electricity look, I can take my free arm, run around the house, flick on fans and lights, lower the air-conditioning to hotel room levels if I want I feel like laughing, smugly like a kid with a new toy that no one else on the block has, wanting to brag and gloat, feel the envy and jealousy but most say Nice or Good for you, none admiring me li