Woken by the sticky hand of
morning, attacked in slumber
on this island-
-with a head like Vesuvius
…time of day the synchronised watches conspire,
electronic beeps beep
beeping throwing sleep
aside I realise
my glasses aren’t on
the room is underwater blurry eyed
last nights poisons, the usual suspects
but where are my glasses?
Ah, perched on the bridge of my nose,
a bridge Isambard Kingdom Brunel
would give his name to.