The blinding argumentative glare
of darkness rolls in
at around four in the morning
and it rolls
its tongue, it slavers
and slurs, it begs and it stains
with insult, it disdains and pours
scorn on the eyes, as the narrow focus
of mock slit readiness
is installed
like a sergeant on parade
who first gets a sense of deviant
gratification at the prospect of pissing
down someone’s ear, of making them squirm
for having the audacity of sleeping till four
in the morning when they should