Sleep Your Fill Motel

There are packaged cookies in the jar.
There are packets of tea and coffee
In the kitchenette. There’s hot water.

Electricity. Indoor plumbing.
Plus all the more recent inventions
For fine jejune imaginations.

Ignore them. Think of the old poets
Who wrote without any of this stuff
And more recent ones who savored it.

The words come out. The words will come out,
No matter what the circumstances,
Not always best in the best places,

But you can’t stop them. They can’t be stopped.
If you sleep slack jawed, out words will hop.