ODE TO EX-WORKINGMAN - 05-26-06

For Whom The Alarm Clock Tolls
For thee – The Workingman

The incessant ringing of that dreadful machine
The alarm clock,
Shattering the solitude of morning calm
With its whaling siren song.
The morning ritual of
Wrestling with that ding-aling thing
Give me 20 minutes more,
Just 20 minutes more.

Who invented that dreadful machine?
That divisive device that torments
The Workingman
With its terrorizing jangle
That resonates in bedroom wall
Drowning silence within cranium wall,
Racing my heart to an 8-8 beat,
Sending neural ends standing on edge,
Or to be rudely awaken
In the midst of passionate love
Denying The Workingman
That ultimate - blissful ending.

For Whom The Alarm Clock Tolls
For thee – The Workingman

Hidden shadows under eaves
And darkness have flown its coop
As dawn’s slanting rays
Peek thru curtained wall.
Its gentle hands of slanting rays
Awaken me from restful slumber.
A chorus of songbirds
Sung melodic arias from
Ode To The Ex-Workingman,
My solar silent alarm-clock.

List of honey-dos continuously ignored.
Exile from the work force of 18 years
Languishing in the art of doing nothing.
Memories of The Workingman
Is remnant of dust in dreams.

For Whom The Alarm Clock Tolls
For thee – The Workingman

That ding-aling thing - may it rest in peace.
Interned at that respectable city’s landfill,
The resting place for dead machines.
Sea gulls soar above the graves
A mission not to desecrate but to decorate.

For Whom The Silent Alarm-Clock Tolls
For thee - The Ex-Workingman.