Sunday, February 15, 2009

Big day

Mind blinking like a fast-forward projector
Can never sleep in on exciting mornings
Let alone potentially life-altering ones

Toss and turn on the creaky, worn davenport
Visions of oak baseboards and stained glass windows
House inspections and mortgage payments
Lump in my side, lump in my throat
Musing on paint colours is twelve cups of coffee
Putting yourself to sleep with porn, heavy metal

At nine-thirty I give up
Stop listening to the twitch of your toes as you sleep
Go upstairs, become one with the manic sunlight.

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Me: "What time is it?"
You: "8:30"
Me: "Hell with this, I'm going back to sleep..." :)