Morgan Michaels - Time

The alarm clock rang:
'so get up' sang
the peerless voice
in its lunar case;

Answering my blow
with hitch and a beep
and a Tosca-like leap
to the floor, below

where, nicking my foot,
it beat retreat
to a dusty zone
beyond the phone,

still bleating 'ow! ' -
its expletive-
worse than any I could give.

Up, now,
sitting in bed
I rubbed my head

now made wise
to the ways
Time

flies.

Morgan Michaels

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