A Life In a Day

A Life in a Day Alarms pull me from my sleeping The demand of their incessant routine undermining The peaceful thoughtless dreaming Where for a time I had forgotten Everything And like a vulture perched upon my pillow Squawks all the separate memories to peck with their reminders To myself of me And while the daybreak has hardly broken And while the dark room still conceals them They invade my blood and bones To return me to their isolation As I lay there trying hard to think of something else Still no one sleeps beside me Their is no one to hear the resignation of my sigh As my fathers name upon my lips Is spat to a distance I can forget And shoved closed the door and close my mind So from the water risen and from the mirror no recognition And from televised news no compassion While I whisper some conversation to a girlfriend I once new And think the stupid ***** still does not have a clue No mercy for the human condition As daybreak is about to be broken For the support of mere flesh and entertainment I frequent the hours I sell for money in return Then as I stretch beneath my sheet And my children’s faces swim through my head All the lost years that lay between them All the moments we never had Return me once again to my isolation From the darkness of a lovers hair From the soft contours of her breasts In the urgent and breathless moan All the girls that I have had and known This sweetness of togetherness becomes an acid made honey Another broken back on which to sleep Another collected offense for me to keep In the silence of the questions they never asked themselves Still no one sleeps beside me Their is no one to hear the resignation of my sigh As my fathers name upon my lips Is spat to a distance I can forget And shoved closed the door and close my mind How this will end is not clear to me The day has just begun And the existence of the remains of life in a continuum I have not yet lifted my head Not bathed the sleep from my eyes The blink of dawn has yet to offer me its usual compromise In the comfort and the certainty of isolations open arms And isolation has its charms Alarms pull me from my sleeping The demand of their incessant routine undermining The peaceful thoughtless dreaming Where for a time I had forgotten Everything