Metamodern Morning Angst

by TS S. Fulk

My heart’s bass drum back beat

joins the blaring alarm

a viper-like arm strikes

the beeping now tacit

the beats rallentando 

softly sotto voce 

Why can I not dream forever

like Alice in the looking glass

under the duvet air ripens

filling my soul with musty warmth

why can I not be forgotten

like lint in a jean’s back pocket

out of my sight out of my mind

anxiety’s cacophony 

One eye surveys ahead

another stares inward appalled