Clumsy Morning

Six in the morning

her racing thoughts

like a rap song

are beating

in my head

Seven in the morning

her invisible force

like a ghostly bong

grabs me

out of bed

Eight in the morning

I’m all dressed up

like a clown , out of style.

My brain cannot function

but she forces me on a bike ride

Thirty minutes later ,

all I can see is a purple haze.

“Don’t sleep, you’ll fall over”

is what she whispers

while taking me to a night club .

Now, I can’t feel the time.

My heart is dizzy.

Her breath is close to mine.

and she seems too clumsy

so I surrender.

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