wandered over the midnight
demarcation line, and in but
a few secs, it will click,
1:00am in my head
in the not so mystical
Eastern Standard Time Zone
and I hear voices saying,
Last Call, Last Call,
drink up, write down
those faint sounds,
that have yet not drowned,
succumbed to drowsy purrings
that the body is steady making,
a chorus of yawns and sighs,
time's due, you pay at the exit door
Succumb!
succumb, for no one,
will read this good nitro night poem,
anyway
give in to temptation and risk,
will it be,
nightmare or dream,
poem or horror story,
sleep yet brings us,
gift wrapped
or
brown bagged
Last call, last call
I am a summer man
and soon I to bid you adieu,
as I board my sleepy
summertime cruise
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
wandered over the midnight
demarcation line, and in but
a few secs, it will click,
1:00am in my head
in the not so mystical
Eastern Standard Time Zone
and I hear voices saying,
Last Call, Last Call,
drink up, write down
those faint sounds,
that have yet not drowned,
succumbed to drowsy purrings
that the body is steady making,
a chorus of yawns and sighs,
time's due, you pay at the exit door
Succumb!
succumb, for no one,
will read this good nitro night poem,
anyway
give in to temptation and risk,
will it be,
nightmare or dream,
poem or horror story,
sleep yet brings us,
gift wrapped
or
brown bagged
Last call, last call
I am a summer man
and soon I to bid you adieu,
as I board my sleepy
summertime cruise
1:12am 5/7/14
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