My Monday Mornings

My seventh alarm goes off 

Along with my neighbour’s pressure cooker..

These two-day weekends are never enough

Agrees my roommate lost from yesterday’s liquor.. 

I wink at the smugly shining sun 

Wondering if he ever employs the gift of ‘snooze’..

A sparrow outside is having plenty of fun

Why don’t these birds ever get ‘Monday blues’?

My toothbrush goes round and round 

Reminding me of the washing-machine used a night before.. 

I wonder if today’s clothes can be easily found

When my phone starts panicking with a call from onshore.. 

I switch on the toaster and let the milk boil 

Challenging myself to take a bath before the milk spills out.. 

I step in the bathroom and the geyser plays foil 

Forcing me to take a cold shower, thereby turning me devout.. 

I have found a usable pair of pants 

But the shirts in plain sight are all crumpled.. 

I thank Bangalore for its constant cold trance

And hide under a sweater, letting my shirt feel cuddled.. 

I step out of my house 

To pass the non-functional elevator 

And climb down the Penrose stairs.. 

A congested road invites me

And my car waits like an alligator 

Charging me up for a grinding week’s affairs..