stupid brain

Why can't it understand that it needs to turn off so i can sleep, before work. Boo. I blame this on the worst case of writer's block I've ever had.

On the other hand...THRILLER!

untitled poem

another sunset bleeds up my chest.
I am blinded
as the dying daylight catches fire against my face.
cool wind dusts my body;
another night is breathing softly against me
and pushing the hands further around the clock.
the window panes glow with my reflection
like a television set turned on against the darkness.
somewhere in this empty apartment coffee drips
echoing like rain in a gutter
its dark scent filling this empty space
with the smells and sounds
of an unused
unwanted
home.

*yawn*

So...sleep didn't happen. I've been up since 6 this morning. And I'm heading into a 12 hour overnight shift at work.

This should be fun. I'm excited, how bout you?