Celestial rays penetrate the eyelids.
Shakles of weighted cloth keep warm,
as do the fading memories of a false life.
The clock reads 1:20pm
Dead weight is tossed like boulders
the urge to piss too great to ignore now.
Time is cheating
The clock reads 5:00pm
No amount of coffee or carrot juice
sparks enough life in me.
The email reads, “Why I'm abscent today.”
Another day is gone
I wrap the shakles back over me
Celestial rays relfect on the moon.