5 o’clock Waker Blues

numb in mind
beatless heart unpounds
then whose is drumming
in my ears?

perhaps, the radio it is
playing harps on blues
since my eyes see no hues
only words plus a goodnight kiss

electric waker rang at five
running out of coffee, i dived
turning on my tv, i cried

peace seems no menu
for early-morning breakfast

yet, waker is still ringing
in my numb mind
and my beatless heart’s waking
starting to drum

though coffee is gone missing
and no birds are around singing