Thursday, 19 June 2014

How Do I know Its Not Wednesday?

Looking frowzy feeling drowsy
My ticking clock shows no alarm
I flop around without a sound
Mulling tail end scraps of calm

Today began before me
I’m playing catch up with the sun
Perhaps another cup of tea
With a toasted buttered bun

The telephone is ringing rude
I’m not up for conversation
My tongue is tired of language
A mindless vocal imitation

I struggle to remember when
The night before took me away
A sneak thief stole my images
I can only day dream of today

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