Running late to the airport

Fuck all alarm clocks,
all illy fitted curtains
can burn
for all i care
and i hate the smell
of coffee and especially
that scent that cooking eggs
and bacon makes,
and don't get
me started on
toast,
it's like
flavourless flakes
of sand

tea is bearable
to an extent after 10am
but any food
in the morning
makes
me vomit
every time,
i spend more
time in the bathroom
then the kitchen
for fuck sake
i still can't
pay attention
to the radio,
the screaming
in this house
with it's noises
are louder
in the early morning

and i cant help
but feel like the decibels
of cars blaring
their horns
next to me
is over 220
fuck
why are people
awake at 5am
i don't see
the motivation
to partake in
the sunrise's
inconsiderate beauty


mornings
weren't made
for the bohemians,
but i'll endure
morning traffic jams
toasted sandwiches
and the burning sun
because i know
that these cloudless
blue skies
were
made for you,
my kohai.