Upon Waking Poem by Martin Moore

Here in this phantom photo-period of mid-sleep
Lies a wealth of raw material untapped
Larval poems pupate within the deep
Intrinsic monkey mind, trapped, handicapped

By this diapause, a half-life in torpor
Tasks not done, past mistakes to be undone
Trundling through this unveiled sleep disorder
You realise you're not the only one

To pace these lonely corridors at night
Lest a thought-child should remain unborn
Drown in the surface film of light
And vanish with the twisted wish of dawn

Scribble down some incoherent lines
That filter through kaleidoscopes of thought
Rhymes and rhythms, parameters, confines
Exasperated efforts come to naught

Sleeps triumphal chariot embossed
Another poet laureate is lost.