Oldies on the radio
Crickets harmonizing to the beat
Lizards ad lib
While I'm here trying to sleep
Occasionally a car speeds past
Announced by roars from the engine and exhaust
Some, the thud of finding the pothole at my gate
As if it were lost
Scent of insomnia fills the air
Aroma rich like it was freshly brewed and poured into my mug
And like a starving, homeless person,
I gulped it all up
Why did I even say that word?
Starving...damn it!!
The worms' war cry echo in my sleep forsaken room
Too lazy to get up though
Is it really after 2?
And I gotta get up at 6?
Looks like coffee is gonna be my best friend today
I need to put this phone down
Close my eyes and force myself to sleep
Now I lay me down to....
October 13
Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2011
