Late Nite TV

After 1am

when respectable folk

dream dreams morning drudgery won’t shake,

God’s in Heaven

and I’m in the armchair

with biscuits and milk.

The jolly colour mix

spangles my eyes,

races through the milk glass

and dances like a laser

on the far wall.

I want to feel

the guilt of conspiracy,

(tied to a nighttime world

knowing me too well).

Instead I stare

spellbound like an urchin

at a baker’s window,

atone for diurnal sins.