Slumpy

Take what you will
whilst the sun rides high.
Leave only a glass
by the bed
to crawl in to.

Eyes have left dents
in the white walls,
the landlord isn't too pleased.
Saying that, he has never
had those moments,
or so he says.

Meanwhile something must
make sense outside
of the working hours.
Somewhere must feel
like somewhere.
I need to clock off
moments after
clocking in.

Hmmmm,
the television will find me,
swallow me whole
as I dribble in to luke warm caffeine
waiting

for the tired eyes of the night
to jump me on my way home.