half here

427/1998

half cloud half sun
and a half twisted mind
a full cup of coffee
to go with the half of the bagel I have not
finished
half awake and still sleeping half
of the time
and half of me wants to leave
half the tree is bare
half the story is told
truth embellished some
but half those hearing listen to the sounds
that form words
before my half shut eyes closed
and open the window to no one knows where
half of the time
making a half-ass attempt at understanding
what is seen through half of a smoke filled room
half filled with kids
loud and unruly
with half a smile
and facing the second half of the day
half here and
half somewhere else…