ill and empty sketchbooks

I hit noon rather roughly
with vegetarian grub
and morning eyes,
a nice midday smoke
and a little buzz
to start the day,
though bed
has been pushing me off
for hours.

everything smells
like it’s been ill
for days
and that’s not
too far off,
but opening
the fresh air holder
will make things cold
and that’s the last thing I need.

the room
has also been complaining
about lack of life
whether it be on the walls,
the bed,
or the empty sketchbooks
laying around.

after last night proving
I still have a little life left in me
there’s no doubt
that I will spend
in the least
minutes getting my supplies
just to doodle away
at nothing
with the result
of nothing.