On this day bulging with sunshine

Brain's out-of-sync with the fresh photons
bouncing through the kitchen
with a smell of molten butter

skipping along my shirt reaching for the mat.

Vitamins drop from the cupboard with crackers
loud rattle in the hazardous silence while she enjoys precious sleep,
my eyes yet to pull my hands into focus -
potential for a trend

on a day bulging with sunshine.

Humidity restricts my collar and smears my paper
no sprint in my legs and the crush sweeps me aboard the
jungle train where I accidentally scrape shins caught in the multiped shuffle.

At the shop
spare change was drunk last night
my tenuous slice of credit
spans the chasm to coffee numero uno
to prepare for the unanswered emails that lurk like
mosquitos around my desk
and the day bulges with sunshine.

Frustration buzzes thoughts down leafy avenues to
empty addresses overshadowed by holiday posters
in this derelict mental suburb
that eats my lunch hour
on this day bulging with sunshine.

Later I grope for repartee
while my colleagues spin various humours
on a swelling bar tab

quietly with a forewarning
unseen
my corporate tie accepts the sauce
specially for this shindig

and when I yearn for foreign plums on my lips
I stumble into this evening with
neon pockets bulging with eyes
awaiting
the first apple in conversation.