A Pome a Day for a Year

Not sure.  Knot shore.
Read words.  Reed worlds.
Tire.  Tyre.
Force fours fores.

Throb thump wince.

Lid trembles, lid lowers, lid close.
Reckon eyes.
Recognise.  

Confuse and extruse and infuse and defuse.
Too trues, this tues, I choose, to snooze.

Cacophony canopy, covering cranial crevices,
A squeak, a squeeze, a typist, a tease,
A struggle, a strain, 
a light flickers,
A finger curls and presses down, a grimace
and second wince for second winds
in this messy distress.