I was accosted, assaulted, nearly assassinated
It started with an alarm clock
that sucker punched me -
a gutful of A.M.
My squinted eyes peeked
and the sunrise flipped me off.
I tried to turn my cheek,
but was blindsided
Storm clouds heavy with depressive pain
sneezed manically on my worn sneakers.
I pounded the pavement back down
so it would stop biting my ankles.
My sluggish heart, a two-ton weight
skipped in my impatient chest.
Looking to the sky for something,
any sign of purity or reason,
I was disappointed
beneath crippled rainbows.
I tripped my way through the minutes,
the hours . . .
maybe before I knew it,
just maybe -
the sun would set.
And we could do it all over again -