Morning Clock Poem by LaClaire mitchell nzerem

Voices of annoying morning birds
screech an whir on uncoiled rusted wings
you are welcoming me into day light
with warm and unattended breath
I smile stumbling
into mandatory work clothes
disheveled thoughts pull in and leave
like whistling midnight trains from dreams just left
toast burns bright as bacon
crackles to its own crinkled rhythm and beat
time runs out and I am frantic as I race
through my pocket book to find
lost keys.


(c) 2008 from book 'Doppleganger in a Hightech World Revision', available at Lulu.com
by LaClaire Zenobia Mitchell Nzerem