Two-thirty
2.30 in the afternoon is my favourite time
before schools get out
and all that offspring pours into the streets
sweat, hormones and puritanical socialism
bustling on foot, bikes and buses.
You can go two ways at 2.30
sleep on the couch
or go out with still enough time in the day
to succeed at something, anything really,
but let's face it, you probably won't,
so snoring works just fine by me.
10 am has a sense of urgency,
which is totally annoying for the idle
best avoided, sleep through it if you can,
rise at 11 for brunch.
5 pm is depressing, it involves hunger
and the realization that another day went by
without achievement, pour a solid drink
7.30 is better, dinner settles, and
any depressing encounter with the news is gone
and then you can enjoy
the spirit of the night
11.00 is bed, pray for 12 hours of relief,
if you're lucky you'll get 8,
forever shortchanged.
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
musing on the day. What's your favourite time?
Comments (4)
Good poem Ocean.
Anyway its 1.30, I have some jazz on, bees are outside working for me, I'll be asleep by 2 at this rate..