morning light

September 27, 2009 at 5:35 am Leave a comment

exhausted I peel out of bed
lather my face with stale shaving cream
cut away the stubble like weeds on my cheeks
climb into wrinkled black trousers and button-down shirt
sneeze and rub my eyes and curse
my autumn allergies

hear the neighbours downstairs bang and clang
as they ready themselves for work
and me climbing quietly back in bed
wrapped in my pink and blue duvet
the pattern worn through, the corners frayed
I don’t feel the joy of my existence
soft like a lover lying next to me

only the cacophony of the night
still rings in my tired ears

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