Mayfly (One Last Perfect Day)

Mayfly (One Last Perfect Day)

the bedsheets are cold 
like it’s harboured a body
there’s a chill in the air
i bare to imagine
through the skylight, a world
of cars and their horns
i’m definitely here
but am i definitely sure

i’ve not slept a wink
in this teetering slumber
news from the subconscious
submerging me under
the phone lines are engaged
the reception only static
a pain for everything
for every one a panic
a panic
a panic
a panic             

i keep a close eye 
on the hands of the clock
the only constant reminder
of sleep that i’ve lost
each minute a wound
each wound a worry
if the dark doesn’t hide
the light doesn’t hurry

when i make my move 
it’s for cigarettes
and i creak like the floorboards
with every last step
the nature of routine
is a stage in a way    
and i wish i was the mayfly
this last dance for one last perfect day