How Do I know Its Not Wednesday?

Looking frowzy feeling drowsy

My ticking clock shows no alarm

I flop around without a sound

Mulling tail end scraps of calm

Today began before me

I’m playing catch up with the sun

Perhaps another cup of tea

With a toasted buttered bun

The telephone is ringing rude

I’m not up for conversation

My tongue is tired of language

A mindless vocal imitation

I struggle to remember when

The night before took me away

A sneak thief stole my images

I can only day dream of today