Alarm Clock Radio

Alarm clock radio,
You shake me from my silent slumber
With sleepy-time sonic thunder.

Your doleful shrieks
And your digital display
Count not the weeks,
But each monotonous day.

Twenty-four hours from a.m. to p.m.
You ought to be screaming carpe diem.
At an hour of my choosing, you steal my rest
Like some sick, self-mutilating jest.

I’m a glutton for stress.
For your snooze button I press.
I can’t contest your punctuality,
But for nine minutes, I can delay reality

And recapture the cornucopia of images
Lost in my head
While I revisit a utopia of visages
In the land of the dead.


© 1997 George Czar