Joined his jet-lagged, juggling,
Lethargic and lively, loving, lion-hearted, listless, losing:
Man is his
Passionate and playful; now
Quaking, quietly beneath his quilt; at the
Ring of his rapier alarm,
Shattering silence into shards.
Unearthed, to undertake these
Weary, wistful, weekday wakenings.
X marks the spot, where his head lay,
Yawning, yearning for the end of the day....