my unmade bed

My unmade bed

I’m in bed again this morning

I’ve just turned in its 5am

I still haven’t spread the

Egyptian cotton sheets

My head pounds from

Drinking too much coffee

And smoking far too many cigarettes

 

I try to stir a mental picture

Of what my life would be

If I just went to bed like other folk

At 10pm or some time that’s meant to be

 

I shop at three in the morning

I use Tesco’s on the edge of town

Then get back unload the shopping

And head off to the 24 hr gym

Across from the rugby ground

 

I don’t stretch or limber gently

I can’t wait to get out of that place

I only do it to aid blood flow

Pump weights, and walk home as cooling down

 

I’m home and drinking orange juice

I light another cigarette

I was told that weed depletes vitamin C

So that’s why I must be feeling so run down

 

I turn the telly on again

Still satisfaction keeps escaping me

I think of what Michaela and Sasha  

Are doing It’s only half past 3

 

I need fuel for my body as the 15 minutes spent

At the 24 hr gymnasium has taken its toll again

I sit and read some poetry books

But my eyes sights not what it used to be

My bodies spent

My mind is blank

Maybe to write is best for me

 

 

It too early to do the washing

As my machine spins way too loud

It’s too late to go for a power walk

Besides there’s brooding clouds

 

 

 

The house is in a tip

And the carpets need hovering

But I daren’t make a sound

As Anne down stairs will

Start to kick off

And might shock me in her dressing gown

 

So I kick of my shoes

Pull off my sock and roll onto my bed

But leave the rest of my clothes on

As this makes for a natural covering

 

I know I should really set my alarm

And shower and brush my teeth

But to tell you the truth I don’t worry at all

Especially that my bed is unmade.