Hangover

The sun rises
just like it always does,
and its light and heat
find their way through
my recklessly drawn
window blinds
just like they always do.
My neighbor plays
his morning anthems
just like he always does,
and every other note
finds their way through
the cracks in the wall
between us
just like they always do.
Traffic grumbles low at first,
stuck in the city's throat
until the phlegm loosens up a bit
and unleashes its daily war cry,
just like it always does,
but the construction workers
get an early start and decide
to begin their shift with the
heavy machinery
just like they always do.
My bed chews me up
and spits me out too soon
just like it always does,
and my legs find their way
to the floor,
just like they always do,
but the only thing
running today
is the shower,
just like it always does,
and my excuses out the door,
just like they always do.
Every little assault
to my senses
is another boot heel
to my clutching fingers
on the edge,
as I hang over.