Monday Morning Breaks

Morning breaks on crooked arm,
From dreams I resist sun.
(Wake, wake, you slugabed,
Work needs to be done.)

Very greatly, lassitude
Tethers me to bed.
(But without your work-a-day
Children won’t be fed.)

In a slumber well intact
Fortunes visit me.
(To collar me in dream-land
They beg on bended knee.)

Sleep-dismissing day and work,
Spirits drag me down.
(You’ve no use for daylight.
Sink, sink and drown.)

Last-ditch fury, roil the quilts
Of my tender sleep.
(May as well stop fighting.
Laugh, laugh the deep.)

#23 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans, styled after a poem titled "In Arcady" by William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840-1901).