Waking

Shattered by the mind's nocturne,
with the poise of strewn branches
-you could almost sag like that.
A table, of imitation wood, bereft
of sentiment.
Parchment, nosegay, linguistic niceties:
from where amongst all the vehicular spume,
the oxidisation and other overriding
principles that guide like tram wires?

God, for cherry blossom!

Or,
that strawberry shampoo you used to wear.
Somehow the ancient scribes knew
this was how lists began.