3 a.m. escape

got up off the couch and immediately the room cleared of its winged creatures flapping in-time to an abdominal exercise machine on the glowing box, ahhh! falling asleep again without turning off the television the evangelists would be up soon with their healing tentacles of credit card lust my mind cleansed by amber spirits, leaving a pallet as rough as cindery thongs the last remnants of yesterday hanging off my crumpled clothing flashbacks of a late-night telephone call to the ex-wife like a scientist hell-bent on an answer for cancer the sun was on the way up over a cloud spangled banner as the jury slept time to get on the road again and grab a radar-gun breakfast