Friday, April 16, 2004

it's night time again,
and i'm here alone petting keys with my wired fingers and
wondering what the hell is wrong with me.
no, it's morning time again,
3:32 to be exact
(though i don't believe in time).
the surrounding rooms snore with
giggling dreams or
sheet-kicking nightmares,
so many things that i can't have
during my lonely awake time.
the words can be my friends, the cricket-like buzz of the computer,
and we'll giddily sail off into the land of
cheap poets who obviously smoke too many cigarettes.
let those high pitched waves invade my mind,
take the space of all the
real-people friends i've made and
satisfy me with the quiet,
the dog ear beeps.
my words and i can be happy.
*bettie* at 3:18 PM