My Monday Mornings
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..