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Snooze

by Chris Sorrenti


wrapped cozy
in box spring cocoon
safe from winter’s insults
my reality is rudely awoken
by a piercing
BEEP BEEP BEEP...

too stoned of slumber
the numbers on clock radio
uncountable
I am rescued in absentia...

my illiterate fingers
desperately reach
with false confidence
pressing OFF
instead of SNOOZE...

© 1999

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05/31/2015

Posted on 05/31/2015
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/01/15 at 06:00 PM

ah, to press the off button when life calls on us to snooze...and that only for the moment!

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