Stuffed

Alarmed by the clock
And again asleep

Wary
Eyes shut
One eyebrow refusing
To back down

But dreams
Dreams are jumbled
Scrambled, jangled
Fried
Over easy

Then
As usual
buttered toast and coffee
traffic lanes
Blinkers

Check the rearview
Is it dark enough for lights?

The city is waiting
More than enough work

All you can eat

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(yes, another one of my "back at work after a vacation" pieces, but this time in a poem, so to speak, but why should the true poets have all the fun? Besides, free to be me, baby. Right, Skelley?)