Morning After Midnight Watch

          Morning After Midnight Watch

 

In bed ‘til noon he stayed awake asleep

Like stagnant mud too thick with sludge to flow

With sand (dried mucus) gritting eyes and cheek

“Get up”, he’d say, but five more minutes go.

Ten measured minutes spaced each reveille

Disturbed, electrified, he’d slam the clock

To kill the bug, to make cicada stop

And then he would resettle to the bottom of the sea’s

Abysmal silt. But time and traffic noise rushed past

He eyed the window; blue sky, light

And lunch awaited him. At last

He heaved his body up from night.

A late late movie scene ensues;

The Thing crawls, cribbling dreams and ooze.