‘wake up’, sounds the morning alarm
clocks its time!
deadlines of traffic
deadlines of deadlines
to work through
until tree shades fall
one by one
little by little
empty cups of coffee
fill up
the space in between
that brain
spaced out clean
when nothing is thought of
better than another lone walk up to
what?
a vending soda machine
…
dont you feel the cycle
is you
of the drives back and to
on the long and fast free-ways
of petroling hide-aways
religiously benumbed
listening to bewitched cd
arrive
that building waits for you
put back in the way
your ride - all
locked up
alarmed too
step out
and into house
enter
first thing
you do listen
beeps count down
- your voice messages
call you!
beeps microwave
ready now,
savour styrofoam dinner
be nice!
it chills your stomach
and holds your appetite
overnight
…
hallway lights up
the day long puff
smoke detector bluffed again
all that tough
paper stuffs table lamp
futon another round’s
meticulous tonic
having soon
your prep nap
for tomorrow
take it!
there it lies
towards the shut window
no day light you saw today, again?
now, lay your keys down
shower and change
…
then the greens light up
every machine’s eyes, one or two or three or more
did not ring enough that cell phone
waited for you that microwave
or the connecting
extensions
of the much-held
much-held spoiled
laptop machine
surprisingly
there rests also
a flavored bedtea flask for the next day
its only time
a few hours past
few more to kill
listening?
it’s night
it’s night
still at 4 am
try
try to
sleep.