May 5, 2012

Unlike the best (who I am told
get up at four) I awake at around
eight

every morning
to write stanzas.
Something I can’t
help. The ability to sleep late has
become an inability lately.

Ah, wait! I wouldn’t want you to
get the wrong idea. See, the verse
doesn’t wake me, rather, it is
you–or the lack thereof.

What other
action can I take
at such a time?

(ie, if I can’t kiss
a girl, I might as
well write poetry)

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