Sleep Can Wait

Late nights beyond reason and logic

Exhaustion saturates every curve of my existence

Slumped over my keyboard like disfigured roadkill

But curiosity dominates and slumber shall wait

Captivated by the continuous outpour of teardrop-saturated verses

Romances sprinkled with fairy dust and set afire in their prime

Relationships ground to a bloody pulp, dropped roadside, and quickly attacked by ravens

Broken homes and broken bones and the other twisted misfortune of total strangers

Must rise at 5 am from the cloudlike tomb on which I’ll soon rest my head

The technical chatter of wearisome engineers awaits my skillful prose to bring new life

But 5 more minutes I must remain, engaged by the bounty of bubblegum rapture

Just 5 more minutes, okay maybe 10, it’s almost the weekend anyway