Monday, February 15, 2016

So Late

It's late at night
The hour is dark
Wrapped in tight
I hear dogs bark

The tick of clocks
So metronomic
I'm wearing socks

My neighbor snores
Empires crumble
My mouth is sour
Stomach rumbles

Sleep is lost
I'm wide awake
The wind's a ghost
The windows shake

The sounds of night
Absence of silence
Of barks and bites
Aural violence

I sit here waiting
Rhyming words
Waiting for birds
I should be working. But when a poem is ready it won't let anything stop it.

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