Once in awhile
I feel inclined
To stay up all night
Writing stanzas like this.
And having drunk three
Shimmering tumblerfulls of
Self-doubting coffee
The prospect seems alive.
The longer I stay
Awake
The sooner I can
Reinvent myself.
My body is
Changing
And so is my
Soul.
And I'm beginning to see
Where I went wrong
In this world where I
Raised myself to be right.
However, if I stay awake
One cannot forget the issue of
Filled notebooks, attractive men
And tomorrow's frosted gaze.
Perhaps I will shower in
Whole-grain mustard at three a.m.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
Once in awhile
I feel inclined
To stay up all night
Writing stanzas like this.
And having drunk three
Shimmering tumblerfulls of
Self-doubting coffee
The prospect seems alive.
The longer I stay
Awake
The sooner I can
Reinvent myself.
My body is
Changing
And so is my
Soul.
And I'm beginning to see
Where I went wrong
In this world where I
Raised myself to be right.
However, if I stay awake
One cannot forget the issue of
Filled notebooks, attractive men
And tomorrow's frosted gaze.
Perhaps I will shower in
Whole-grain mustard at three a.m.