Submitted by Gary Beck
The strident demand
of master alarm clock
yanks me untimely
from wistful dream,
curse, shut it off,
doze off again,
then burst awake,
overslept,
shower, shave, dress,
rush to work,
late again.
The implacable
office manager eye
glistens tyrannically,
glares accusingly
sending me to my computer
afraid of confrontation,
as long as I’m dependent
on my meager salary.
About the Poet
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. He has 14 published chapbooks. He also has published numerous novels and short story collections. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes, and Sophocles have been produced Off-Broadway. His poetry, fiction, and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He lives in New York City.
Painting: Edward Hopper – Office at Night