Redemption

It’s six in the morning and I’m on cloud nine
wrapped in my thermals oblivious to time.
Asleep in the clouds of a luminous sheen.
Engulfed in an airstrip of visual dreams.

For the twentieth time my alarm clock rings
I’ve tried to postpone this ineffable thing.
Granted I’m cranky with starch coated eyes
My biceps are aching its no surprise.

My breath smells like mothballs in search of a moth
jitterbugging in dance scouting for cloth.
One hundred steers have trampled my brain
traversing across its eastern terrain.

Am I angry? Well I’d say yes!

My neighbors next door, the barbarians from hell
encroached on my sleep, with their heinous yells,
these loud speaking carneys with their laze guffaws.
I’ll take drastic measures; I’ll summon the law.

With a supercilious smile that brims cheek to cheek,
and thoughts rather hazy from lack of sleep
I feel meritorious, my egos enlarged
I stood up to these scoundrels, and I took charge.

With impeccable tact I turn off the cautionary voice in my head
that is telling me not to go back to my bed.