Daytime Sleepiness

That stupid alarm clock!

Drowsy hand reach out
crashing a glass instead,
pieces dance around.

My faltering steps
my stumble over a chair
broken slices under feet
imprint scarlet blots
to hunt down
the struggle of getting up.

9'O clock sharp
bus terminus
busy people, busy pockets, worries & changes.

Half closed eyes
enjoy the ride
till a jolt of brake
past two stoppages!

Office hour
fuming Boss
and hurried meetings.

I inspect
the curtains, minute hands
ears bathe
in droning dialogs

Suddenly I sense
about a dozen pair
of curious eyes
watching me in silence

"Ah, well, I . . . ", I fumble my words
"WAKE UP!", the baritone rumble overhead.

Back home
I pour over poems, movies, magazines
after dinner
benzodiazepines
keep on consoling me
for certain incidents that occurred
and for some which never occurs.

. . . until further jolts of brake
past some extra miles.