Alarm snatched pennies from my eyes,
slapped snooze three times
but morning comes a’ wailin’.
Didn’t know I was alive,
but the dog is twitchin’ at my thighs,
all welp and runnin’.
There be copper on the rise,
uvula flap like some storm,
insecure, screenin’ gnats and punch moth.
There might be coffee and two for the tiller –
I scheduled it. But black holds
the knob of dawn, and I’m sleepin’ in.