fingers, jeans and the lights are out (except for the kitchen)

Just random thoughts of anything. Fuelled by Caffeine and a few Bensons.

Left hand hand gripping the rim of a glass, a pint glass to be exact,

fingers of my right hand caressing the hair of my brow

as the androgenously placed cigarette, so I'm told,

burns with no cares of the world

 

Trousers, well Jeans I suppose, lie beside me, abandoned and not quite ignored

Sweaty socks clinging to my feet beg or would if they could, for fresh air

as the time on the clock tries to convince to wether

its counting up or counting down

 

Words or possibly a serious lack of attempt to buzz around the room in my mind,

the lights are off except for in the kitchen, alas, with no one in to cook

Maybe it is correct, nethertheless probably wrong,

grammatically perfect or dramatically mispelt. Who knows to care or even care to know?

 

 

 

Author's Note

advice on grammar and/or spelling would be recieved gratefully of maybe its the point of the poem, I really do not know.......is it obvious? Do tell xxx