NAP

rev rev rev reeeeeeev
goes the motorcycle

teenagers in the street argue around its throat and whine
a mother shouts bellows their way

i am woken from a sugar dream 
nap naps over 6.30 pm

twice in one day i have to get up
but 
this 
time
its to cook and create and chase batman the cat
with the garden hose and cuddles
not
to
the dirty castle of mistaken dieters 
and caffeine full stress hounds
and ignorant sub-epsilons
barking and farting small lives away with
chips and soap operas

early evening is the new morning
and
mature gold pours past the womb curtains now
not
the 
heavy plant thump and cold horn mist
of
the
real
rude dawn