555 am june 12 2008

These white walls flash with blues and greens of teleland

whilst the sun shows first sign without full face

twisters warnings 10 hours past

the intoxicating smooth smell of a second cigaret half smoked

the taste of chocolate icecream not much colder than the wood floor

next to delivered pizza 11 hours cold

eyes swollen and blackened from years of sleepless nights

find sanity in the sacred computers light

the stillness of this hours' quite alarming

admitted the romantisism doubley fulfilling

tired cravings of nicatine and of caffine

make me want to drill a nice little hole

straight through the temple

bebop jazz crashes and runs through the left ear

as I come to the relization

that the start to my working day is only fifteen minutes away

I finish up my last few lines of my newest poem

and get ready for the insomniacs day

for which I am to become

Author's Note

hey it may not be good but I just wrote random stuff, I needed to write something so I figured I'd do it on here. so forgive my incoherant thoughts and whatnot this wasn't a serious poem. :)

Reviews

[Dorchadas]

It's good cos it's honest. It's great cos it's not pretentious.
I love it the attention to detail it creates a vivid visual.
I can almost taste the ice cream but wouldn't want to deprive you of it ~grins~
Great write.
...it's making me think I should go to bed seeing as I've to be up in 3 hours... but I probably wont ;)
Brilliant.