i can tell when
the music excuses me
to persist,
when the blank
piece of paper
is already
filled with writing,
and i'm eager
to fill it...
with what's already
available...
   congested...
when...
i forget
to delete on purpose,
but am deleted
with a purposiveness
of: additional commentary...
i only take to sleep,
while
drugging
myself with a painkiller,
an antipsychotic,
and a t-shirt
wrapped around
my eyes
for a simulation
of faked comfort...
while...
listening to some
hans zimmer
extract lost,
in being reminded
of a crescendo...
you know...
when you tie
and tie a t-shirt
around your eyes,
to fall asleep...
"to hide" sunrise?
having just ingested
an anti-psychotic
and an excess of
paracetamol?
   no?
                    vitamin B12
types then,
i'm guessing?
sparrows singing
in the early morn...
waking up to the motto:
early bird gets the worm
type of scenario...
   my bad...
        your's next;
oh, wait...
you're one of the lucky
people...
the senile kind...
  the ones who
only get to moan about
succumbing to cancer...
sorry...
i'll best get out of
your "way" then.