Sunday snooze

Sunday snooze

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Like a small bird,
shaking and startled,
my heart jumped wildly.

Beating to the rhythm
of that screaming child,
I awoke violently.

How long had I slept
beneath a raging sun
this Sunday afternoon.

Where the hell was I?
Why was I here?
What was I meant to be doing?

Oh yes my love,
my sweet sweet love,
to meet in that cafe.

And look at the time,
Its a quarter past five,
the night is following the day.

But somethings not right,
something feels wrong,
A sudden gasping thirst.

And pain Oh! pain
a murderous pain
the sun had done its worst.

A marshmallow in a campfire,
a dried piece of fruit,
lies still in a strangers bed.

And hospital staff,
now get a great laugh,
at the fool with a glowing head.

What a waste of a day,
a glorious day,
a day I'll come to hate.

And what about my love,
my sweet sweet love,
stood up on our first date.

                                                              spb.