i really ought to be honest with you,
it's after two in the morning and i'm
always at my most passionate and inspired
when i can't sleep.

maybe the shunned dreams i
run away from are wrapping themselves into
my words at this very instant.

maybe i'm giving you the privilege of
seeing a black-and-white lettered version of
my personal knight-in-shining-armor visions.

so take care of this poem, please;
hold it in your eyes for a moment
and take the time to wonder if i found my possibilities.

and then you can forget me,
and i won't mind.