Blanking auld thoughts

Blanking auld thoughts
is my pastime during a
year of living without a
family [my convict trick
to conquer listlessness
brought on by life’s low
place]/ A day will scroll
in my hand [more time
run quick by schedules
of not-yet-broadcasts]
& by ten-am I am worn
out by my poor sleep –
odd-awakenings drug
me all day – I may nap
later – that eases recall
& plays shorter dreams