Humming Orange Light

The big bowl light hums
A low, constant vibrato
As it pours pathetic orange
Light down on my work,
Both mocking my vision
And that slice of solitude
That I had hoped to carve

It hums. It hums. It hums.
While I try to read
It Hums, It Hums, It Hums,
While I try to write
ITHUMSITHUMSITHUMS
All the while ruining my sight.

I can't get away
During any piece
Of the noisy day.
And now must close
To the quiet darkness
For that silent
And unproductive
Sleep away from
My orange alarm.