I woke this morning in a bad rap song
I woke this morning in a bad rap song…
Power cut overnight…
No alarm…
Coffee missed the percolator
As I attempted tipping it from a narrow necked sachet
With my left hand…
(The right hand was busy pushing buttons
On the microwave
My apple and custard porridge
Desperately needed magical resurrection
From powder
To delectable breakfast
With just a hint of milk)
Out the door
Feet flying
On the last precious moment of time
Broken sleep
Creates a broken morning
Sultry
Heady tango
In peak hour traffic
A minute to spare
An indifferent office chair
Slump
Papers
Those precious papers
My bag yawned empty
Very empty
My late night agony
Futile
I stared out
Beyond the window
And I am sure
In the clouds
Wandering nonchalantly by
I could see
A face
A smirky smile
And an eye
Winking!
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