Remind me not to do this
to wake
beside the abyss
and roll over off the bed.

Monday's are the big drop
the chop-chop
the first stop on a long week.

Zombies do not walk among us
they sleep on the early morning bus
waking only to the sound of bells.

I try to make the most of it
write a bit,
look for a seat whereupon I can sit
making the most of the most of it.

Carriage 91317
annexed from heaven
joined to the fretwork
stitched into the network
forever caught in its web.