5am

Silence.
A ticking clock and a page of nonsense,
5am is never fun to face sober
human and animal sleep soundly
but I just lay there

The cars made me want for the road
the morning birds sang:
just take it.

I thought of other sober 5ams,
of the South of France
of sweating in bed
while my friend had five fans

I thought of designated driver,
of screaming passenger
it’s funny when it’s a little later

I remembered the kitchen table
the political debate team, family v family
and I just observed

5am is never fun sober,
so I just lay there
and thought of the morning

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One response to “5am

  1. True. 5am is never fun to face with sober eyes open..

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