3:56 a.m.


Thinking lyrical thoughts

In the middle of the

Night while the

Sandman takes his



A lone lit window in

A sea of darkness,

Sleeping slumbering souls

Oblivious to

All the world


Head as cobwebby as

The afternoon's spring-cleaning

– Where have the words gone?


The alarm clock, murmuring

Faithfully along. Loud

In all this quietude

Susan, rolling over in her



Windowpanes cool

To the touch,

Cold tarmac below frozen

In orange streetlight

Even the construction site snoozes


Words stumble, clumsy across

The page, and relief is

Slow to come


The night drags on.



A/N: -laughs- Really need to readjust my biological clock.