Poems
Monday Madness
Crashing, clicking clock I whack
Harassing hands of time, hang back!
Reluctantly rolling from rumpled sheets
I fumble with faucets for freshening
My muddled mind still in a mire
I struggle savagely with shaving's tire
Black bubbling brew brings me back
To the tortured track
of daily tasks
Performed perchance perfunctorily;
Is Monday morning mad at me?