Empty Head

Empty head got out of bed
so grumpy she 
could not see
She grumbled  reaching
for support 
bumping into the cat
on the way for a pee

The anticipated interview  
canopied the bed
words tossed about
and missing the empty head
rolling about like unpolished rocks
gathered for grinding 
in a gem artist's shed

What is the purpose of my life?
said empty head
Nothing 
replied the emptiest corner
of her addled brain
Nothing is right
and Nothing is wrong 
Only nightmares
make this night so long 

Cover the dread
and snuggle in the sheets
awaken later with a normal
bedhead 
refreshed m'dear 
even if a bit unsteady 
for suiting up and hitting the streets.