Wake up at 3 am and can't get back to sleep,
pissed off that your bed no longer brings you
the comfort that you crave,
your pillow cannot absorb the nightmares
as they did when you were a child.
Hiding under the covers is too old-fashioned.
Plus, it's too hot to breathe the taste
of your own unclean breath.
So you wait for dawn to meet you
and fall out of bed on the floor
to lay on your back
and chat with your ceiling.
You explain your plight
and laugh at his jokes.
But the scum of yourself
settles in your mind for a long nap.
Before you know it, your laughter disappears
with the moon,
and on the other side of the world,
someone catches your insanity.
You're not a disease, I tell you.
Just a temporary infection that I love.
Wipe the grave dirt of self-pity off your naked body
and creep back into bed.
Take the day off from your trashy life
and dream of scum.
I'll wait for you to awake
and chat with me again.
End: 10:38 pm
Tues. Aug. 25, 09