Thursday, March 15, 2007

Back-Ups

The school buss's brakes
squeal at 6:50 a.m.,
Monday through Friday.
We have an alarm clock, and
the television is set to a timer
that goes off ten minutes before.
I guess if the power gets knocked out
grinding metal on metal will replace
the obnoxious beep, beep, beep;
rain, thunder and trash can lids performing
gymnastic routines up and down the street
will suffice for the morning weather report.

11 comments:

tongue in cheek said...

Life cries WAKE UP...
though I hope a bird sings to you one morning.

floots said...

well they get the weather right a lot more often than the tv forecasters :)

jel said...

so it that sounds like about your place ?:)

polona said...

so many sounds... i'd rather wake up to a birdsong :)

Don Iannone said...

Sounds like our neighborhood about the same hour. Only difference being its classical music on the radio that awakens us at 5 am!

gautami tripathy said...

I like the visual effect of this poetry. That was the first that struck me.

Nea said...

by all means, who needs an alarm clock, grinding metal would get me up and out of bed. haha

I have a cat, just like clockwork, he comes and starts meowing at precisely 6:45. It is a, "I NEED milk" meow. VERY LOUD, very annoying, I have told him over and over, cats aren't suppose to have milk, I suppose he is ruining his kidneys by demanding milk.

firebird said...

I can really relate to this!
This poem has a nice cozy feel, like sleeping in...

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Sounds like the sort of day that begs you to give in to your primevil need to hibernate pat very vivid I could hear those cans

Masago said...

Nice. I like the play on words with "Back ups".

bre31 said...

humorous but so true...I can definately think of better ways to wake up.