a reason to get out of bed in the morning

haven't written in weeks.
what's the point of anything?

a forgotten alarm,
is a reason to get up in the morning.

an addiction to coffee,
is a reason to get up in the morning.

a struggling bladder,
holding in a yellow slug of the hydrologic cycle until it's painful,
is a reason to get up in the morning.

today i didn’t get up in the morning at all,
i got up in the evening,
but only coz my bladder hurt.

and as i looked into face of armitage shanks,
i realised that a puddle of piss is metabolic alchemy,
churning all that poison into golden showers.

and later,
after an existential breakfast of coffee and cigarettes,
i realised further,

that hunger is a motivation,
that confusion is an inspiration,
and that suffering is our fuel.

setting an alarm gives us a reason to get up in the morning. that's why we do it. to draw a line and say, "this is the start", in case one day we woke up disorientated and realised we had nothing to live for, and just stayed in bed until something happened to US, rather than US seeking the happening something that might solve all our problems. it's a trick to keep the machine going. you hear the ALARM and you are given a problem that needs solving. boom, you're already in the trap. you get out of bed to stop the alarm and shit it's cold: you're roped into an action of getting dressed that will remedy the cold you got lured into, by which point you probably ought to go for a piss coz, gee, you bustin to go, so on the way to the bathroom you flip the switch on the kettle, hoping there's enough water inside, for this could mean the difference between a good day or a bad day, and before you know it, there's enough little problems in the world to give you and your life some purpose, like, oh, the sugar pot needs refilling or i should get on some washing up coz there's no clean mugs, or maybe i need to go to the shops and buy myself a new kettle - this one keeps blowing the fuse-box and yodels when it boils.