I wake up screaming in my dream
In tune with the alarm.
Not yet restored,
I’ll sleep some more,
I’ll be late for work.
I don’t mind.
When I no longer can
Stretch the fabric of time
With another dose of
“Just five more minutes”
I tear myself off the bed.
And the loop goes on,
What was built must be deployed -
Keys, phone, subway, shoelaces,
Subway, run, bus and make-up on the bus.
“Code monkey go to job.”
The office is usually hungry
Stalking and waiting to swallow foreign markets,
Craving to eat you alive
With your dreams, and your nerves and your time.
With its corporate shine
It could make Eastern Europe look just like Dubai.
With its mess and its gossip and drama and dread
Could be the family you never had.
But today it’s sleepy and quiet
Lazy after overindulgence
Waiting for the holiday to empty its belly.
While time creeps towards the evening
I slime my way out of the office
And into the clogged drain of Sofia traffic
To be re-spawned into something magical
And continue to prepare
For the inevitable end.