Noises associated with the night:
chirping crickets, rustling wind,
traffic off on 71, the hustle bustle of ghosts,
cooing lovers and creaking insomnia addicts,
cut the fucking racket!
It's a wonder I only know writing
In the dim glow of my laptop computer;
I can't sleep a wink in the night time.
As the color under my eyes darkens deeper
Than the gray pupils themselves,
I wonder where I put my pen
and journal.
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