You know,
The frustrating thing
Is that almost all
The good poetry
Comes to me
In the night
I try to sleep
As newer and newer
Pieces
Loudly
DING ****
The doorbell in my mind
Then, of course
My body is inclined to roll over
And my hands are forced to
Pick up my phone
And
Begin typing
...
Argh!
What must I do to sleep!?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
You know,
The frustrating thing
Is that almost all
The good poetry
Comes to me
In the night
I try to sleep
As newer and newer
Pieces
Loudly
DING ****
The doorbell in my mind
Then, of course
My body is inclined to roll over
And my hands are forced to
Pick up my phone
And
Begin typing
...
Argh!
What must I do to sleep!?
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