Wke Up Call

Wke Up Call

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Wake Up Call

 

Arguing over Plum or Black Cherry,

Midnight Black, Blackish Black, or Black Black,

Petal, Flirty, or Metallic mist;

it must be morning again.

 

Hot coffee

in an Oakland Raiders mug,

sweet, but still bitter.

 

Wake up!

Wake up!

 

Breakfast has to be

on the table

in thirty minutes or less,

clothes in the dryer

the dishwasher emptied.

 

Rush!

Rush!

 

And it’s almost time for

“Live, with Regis and Kelly!”

They may call today!

 

Then again, they may not.

 

Fuzzy slippers create waves

of static shock,

dragging along the circa 1976

lime green shag carpet.

 

And the cat jumps from the jolt

of a passing, charged figure;

her box in need of cleaning.

 

Things need to get done,

even when living alone;

still.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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... wow ... that's a lot of action ... a lot going on ... a dizzying morning ... it's so true ...

Things need to get done,
even when living alone;
still.

... a nice read ... like the first stanza a whole lot ... :) ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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