I know your routine
You roll to the end of the bed
You place you cold toes on the hardwood
As you rub your concrete eye lids
You slip past the cover’s tangled web
Attempting to keep you in its padded cell
You shuffle across the room’s desert wasteland  
As if your ankles were shackled together
Until you reach your closet
You run through every suit you own
But today is Thursday so you’ll wear you navy slim fit
No, silly me
It’s Friday, black suit coat is singing your name
The soft blue dress shirt sang the chorus
You lift them from their support
And rest them on the bed
That with its imaginative arms is so eagerly pulling you back in
You turn to your dresser and pull out a pair of plaid socks
Probably because you’re feet have gone numb at this point
You attempt to piece yourself together
Puzzled by the placement of the disfigured parts
You twist, turn, adjust and arrange
Until you believe you look more than your worth
But this is the part that stumps me,
After you slip on your ever so pointy black shoe
You come to the mirror
To judge your appearance
But what do you see?
Because to me, once the puzzled picture is in place
I see a transparent support holding up every article of clothing you had assembled
I see the suit resting on nothing but empty space
The socks warming up nothing
The inseam of the chest beating nearly every second
Cuffs slipping slightly beyond the sleeve of the coat
But I cannot see anything which makes this figure
I cannot see the being which forces the coats chest to rise and fall
I see a vitreous mold holding together each piece of the puzzle
And then when the sun begins to sink into the black waters
This empty suit returns to the mirror to separate the puzzle
The coat is unbuttoned
The pants fall to the ice rink below
Until every piece returns to its box
And once it does, this person appears in his socks and underwear
Until he wakes up the next morning
With a new puzzle to solve
So excuse me for straying away from my question
But you must understand
I wake up every morning not worried, nor scared
But disoriented, mentally lost at sea one could say
As I watch a man disappear as soon as his button breaches the last hole
So I must ask,
I’ve waited ever so patiently
And have begun to believe your morning puzzle
Is missing several important pieces,
So please tell me
What do you see?
Because if you claim that there is a person under that suit coat,
From dawn til’ dusk
You’re absurd