Early Riser

This morning
I was on
my fourth cup of coffee
when the sun
finally
showed his face

Three a.m. monster
thoughts
came to visit
again

The night before
it was
nightmares
that jolted me, terrified
from sleep

But I think
the monsters
are worse

At least
I can wake up
from the nightmares

This is for Friday 55 at Verse Escape where Hedgewitch keeps alive the tradition and memory of the G-man.

Waiting

“Time is the school in which we learn.”  -Joan Didion

The waiting room attendant
is bright, chipper
relentless as an alarm clock.
The room itself
is filled
with soft muzak
and soap opera dialog
competing to be white noise
but at least they cover
the florescent hum.

I sip elderly, burnt coffee
without really tasting it
as I recite
silent prayers and promises
to learn the lessons of patience.

 

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub open link night.