Broken sleep and unfulfilled dreams
caught in the middle of a cacophony;
a neighbours wife in exalted ecstasy
so loud I now know all his names by memory
and an early morning mobile car wash
high pressure jet stream like a jet engine -
a non-stop bass clef low key in E;
the worst drone gig in history.
Today I will undoubtedly
look unfavourably
upon the the world.
Lets just hope there's a dearth
and a paucity of screaming children
in the speeding tin can to work.
I love my sleep, when it actually comes (im an insomniac), so Im not amused when its broken and disturbed by noisy neighbours, car alarms and the ilk. This is a poem I wrote one morning after a myriad of such things left me stranded somewhere between half-awake and dreamworld.
