somnabulastic chameleon

the morning slaps me in the face

i sit crumpled

by the computer

eyes half open

injecting caffeine orally

waiting for those who

slept in their little beds with

their stuffed animals and

their soothing sea sounds

 

i saw a resident throw out

a pillow case soaked with blood

he couldn't articulate what it was

and who am i to interject

the poor boy is complaining about

a trauma consult

while the trauma 2 is going on

 

last night

i saved a clerk

who couldn't find an answer to

a question

that would have relieved

a family's worry

 

the same clerks

that get us cornered in rooms

with men demanding money

homeless ruses intended to

score some quick cash

 

i sit and i wait

leaning against the cabinet

waiting for the awake world to arrive

i toss my bottle

half to score

half to vent

my frustration

a bottle can't do that

Reviews

[Daytonight]

Well penned. Once again you let us get a glimpse into your life. My favorite part is the first stanza. Keep up the great work!