The Centre of The Earth

Wake

To a another day of daytime television, takeaways and

‘For God’s sake pay the damn rent’.

Eyes open, mind closed

And the cupboards ajar.

Preserving your own crime scene

With biscuit crumbs and carpet stains.

The clock in the corner giving up

Because you never listen

And a stray sock slowly drowning on the floor.

You could have tidied up more,

There’s a world

Spinning round your apartment

And you’re trying to pry up the remote

With your foot.