4:25 in the morning
can’t sleep
clock ticking death
fuck, it’s 4:28
only for a second
never sticks
wonder where it flies
so short
only a taste
succulent, sweet to the
tongue
heard it said
cannot confirm
just wasting words
interred
deep
within the cerebellum
splits open
Advil, Aspirin
one of each
sun, rising as we speak
alarm rings
5:30 says the phone
turn stereo on
record spins
it’s the Stones
“Confessin’ the Blues…”
shit, now it’s 6
wife still not awake
masturbate
shake like a Senator
sitting in Sunday service
then step outside
almost naked
cup of coffee black
it’s warm, almost hot
birds singing
squirrels scurry about
playing hide and seek
not a cloud to be seen
light up a cigarette
kicked back, relax
in my Adirondack…
finish the smoke
perhaps I’ll craft a poem
but it’s 6:33
have to leave by 8
off to work
purchasing precious metals
hope to stay awake
not make a mistake
going to be a long day
getting late
6:58
the day already collapsing…
