An Ode to Seven AM

Oh, how I hate it
This hour between light and dark
It forces me awake
But beckons me back to sleep
...in the same breath

The jangling clangor
From the top of the bedside table
Forces feet to the floor
And away from the tender mercies
...of my dreams

My shower's too hot
Since the COLD handle broke
It burns my skin
But definitely leaves me glowing
...with anger and despair

The car turns over
The traffic on the highway packed
It's bumper to bumper
And it makes me a nervous wreck
...some moron too close behind

The elevator's slow
The floors pass in weary rythym
As if they too
Feel the bleak outlook of the day
...and just want a delay

I type my name
The screen stares back at me
With it's balefull glare
Liquid Crystals aglow with fury
...but the clock, it knows I see it...

Gary Lee VanDyke II
October 17, 2005

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