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( votes)To Work
written by: John Grey
Morning
is a time bomb
set in motion
by knuckles rubbing eyes,
a yawn three yards wide,
a stumble in and out of the bathroom,
the rattle of cups, kettle hiss,
gulps of coffee, cornflakes,
a razor, a nicked chin,
the rifling of an underwear drawer,
hurried dressing, frazzled commute,
an elevator to the third floor,
a cubicle, a chair,
a body plumped down in it
and a sigh
as the wall clock
ticks over to nine.
Morning is a time bomb.
I’ve defused it once again.
John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Qwerty, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter.
Latest posts by John Grey (see all)
- The Living and The Dead - August 25, 2020
- To Work - July 1, 2020
- From Main Street To Walmart - May 12, 2020
