Waking Up

Waking Up

He woke up shaking-thinking of things

He couldn’t concentrate, even his dreams rashed

And pulled with adrenaline madness.

It seemed as if he’d made working his mistress,

As she slept with him.

She ate at his digestive system

And listened while his complaints

Drove him insane, with her

In the driver seat—

He told himself to relax, as they tore around the cliff’s back…

And she tenderly told him, in the end,

“You never loved me; you kept me at a distance.”

And he responded, “I only hoped for progress…”

“Well, the worse is now,” She said, “You’ve got me alone.”

And he thought he recognized, in their sleepless-wake, her voice as his own.