kids yellin
saws screamin
through timber..
the warm bed
spits me out
like the first
bite
of a rotting
peach
staggering into
the living room
i open shades
slide doors and screen
and let in more
of the early day

i flip on
global radio
wondering what
ever happened
to lazy sundays
sleeping “in”
undisturbed
in the bed…

let’s see
which do i want
to blare
out the back door
as my good morning kiss
to their day

mariachi? (with lots of horns)
a searing vivaldi concerto (dirge-like..perfect!)
electro-pop (last’s night’s dance-club closer)
an old seeger top 40?
who cares
as long as its loud
and gets the
point across
the acre

i choose the vivaldi
turn it up
until the speakers cry
for mercy
(even ol’ vivaldi would have cringed)
and there
i sit
grinning like a fool

my living room erupts
scattering sleeping cats
with the explosion
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!
YOU ARE paranoid!
YOU ARE psychotic!
YOU ARE vengeful!
ITS NOT ABOUT
ANYONE INTENTIONALLY
TORTURING YOU
ITS
JUST
LIFE
HAPPENING
ON
A
SUNDAY”!
this, i am told
as if i needed
such a reminder

i turn vivaldi off
doors slam
hasty exits ensue

ahhhh
sundays!
my day
of restful
insanity