this is not my poem

Today 
the poem I wrote 
was not the poem 
I wanted to write

I think 
it was a decent poem
maybe 
even a good one

I got enough sleep
I think

The moon was 
not shining in the room
the sun was getting bright

The screen had 
no stars 
stripes
exclamation marks
nothing showing 
I fell asleep   
on the keyboard

Nothing had been erased
Nothing deleted

Every word 
seemed 
proper nouns
and verbs

I read it
and was 
quite excited

there were 
no words 
that ruin 
a poem

like 
fibrous 
astrophysical
rubus  idaeobatus

but then
Let me 
snack on it
snore on it
a little more

at least
until the gun
in my head 
goes off
again
banging 
everything 
off the screen