Good Morning

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Awoke when the slippers I had left in the bathroom the night before
knocked on the door wanted to be let out.
Put them on and shuffled to the computer to check my mail,
nothing much:
How to improve my sex life and where to buy generic Viagra.
Pressed the delete button and the post disappeared into a void,
the place where annoying post goes,
wondered if that’s a large hole in the sky
where the unloved,the hateful and the obscene churn around
till it’s a solid ball that will drop and squash us all.
Unafraid I went into the kitchen passed the hall mirror,
which looked at me in utter contempt,
made coffee and heard the distant lonely roar of a cargo plane
trying to find an airport.