IT’S LATE AT NIGHT MY MIND IS TIRED,

TV ON, PILLS AND BEER, I’M TOTALLY WIRED.

MY THOUGHTS AFLUSH WHILE MY EYES ARE SHUT,

ROOM SPINNING, RAVE MUSIC THUMPING, AN OVERFULL GUT!

MY FINGERS BEGIN TO TYPE POETIC RHYMES THAT CASCADE,

THE RHYTHMS RECENTLY PUMPING IN MY MIND BEGIN TO FADE.

SEVERAL STREET LIGHTS FLICKER THROUGH MY WINDOW PANE,

SATURDAY NIGHT RITUAL...IS HAPPENING AGAIN AND AGAIN.

WHILE THE CAT TWITCHES AS MY THOUGHTS DWINDLE,

IT'S NOT DAWN YET, BUT LIFE'S SWEET SPINDLE:

WEAVES A NEW PATTERN LIKE FROSTED GLASS.

LAST NIGHT'S MIS-SPENT WEEKEND "PASS"

MY DIGITS LOSE THEIR WILL TO TAP,

CLOUDED IN A SLEEPLESS TRAP.