Night scrawler

I will write until this flashlight dies
With my favorite black ink pen
And all its accidental streaks on white pillows
Ink stitches on my arms
Black fingernails
I will write until this flashlight dies
I will write
Nonsense
Clumsy poems and sad stories
In this sleepy darkness
Night’s black smoke
No one can see me
Make fun of me!
No sounds
But the distant train’s lonesome howl
Crickets’ ballad outside my window
That infamous bored clock
Tick tock tock tock tick
Lullabies of home
I will write until—
Faraway words
Worlds as real as a
Painted kiss…
I want to close my eyes
And crawl inside a weeping willow
Hide myself
I am hidden
Write
Now
What about tomorrow?
Make a list
To do
Dear Diary
No
You don’t have a name
Sincerely
Me
I will
Won’t
Sleep