Between The Hours Twelve N' One

Had I' ve known 
This day
Would'a been,
Drowning 
Between the hours 
"Twelve n' one"
With no quick fix of caffeine...
Warming up low sounds beat
Of an on the verge headache 
To come,
"To boot".
Eight hours work
In one big slum
Head like a bobber
On the water
Signalling caught lunch.
Yet, in my case
Eyes reject watching computer screen 
Remain froze
In an instant they rock-
Slide closed,
Normal reality blending with strange dream
Jump awake bursting obscenities stream,
Pinch myself bruised
Throwing water baths upon face
Prevent staring off
Into endless space.
At quarter after one,
It appears...
I won,
Slowly cruising wreckage passed
Never rubber-necking back
To gaze on and on the crash.