rolled over by another chaotic morning

seven am arrives
and i’m left wanting something more

as the alarm clock rings
and the black bird sings
as the dog howls
and the cats meow
as the toilet is filled
and the coffee is spilled
as the telephone beeps
and the information creeps
as the shower is cold
and the cigarettes are still unrolled
as breakfast is eaten
and my soul is slowly beaten
as the clock ticks
and the door clicks
as the car won’t start
and the day has already fallen apart

after 20 years
you’d think
that a man would get used
to all this discord
that or he’d go
completely insane
somehow though
the gods have granted me
some measure of
between complacency
and sanity
so that
maybe tomorrow
the morning will play
a different tune




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