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four-thirteen a.m.
i turned off my music and all of the lights over an hour ago. i closed my eyes and tossed and turned for too many minutes, gave up and came crawling back to the computer. i get nervous when my room is too quiet and i can hear the cats prowling around on the upstairs hallway floor.
four-nineteen a.m.
i heard the mail person put our newspaper in the mailbox. what a shitty job. congratulations for actually putting it in, most of them just throw it on our porch. however, no congratulations for walking across the lawn (i know you did, you always do). the first time i was awake late enough to hear the newspaper being dropped off, i thought our house was under attack and woke my dad up.
four-twenty-two a.m.
my face hurts, my throat is sore, i think i am getting sick. i am so tired and i just want sleep. here are this weeks haikus (monday should really be exactly the same as tuesday, but that's not creative), because i have nothing more to say other than complain complain, i am sleepy.
SATURDAY
walking endless blocks
around city neighborhoods
talking like high school
SUNDAY
swimming pool, deep, stoned
floating on green-blue water
chlorine perfume, splash!
MONDAY
"shampoo suicide"
it fucks me musically
dancing and intense
TUESDAY
routine: wake up, eat,
drink until everything spins,
stumble home, sex, sleep
WEDNESDAY
it is too early
i am too tired to work, and
feel like a zombie
THURSDAY
reoccurring dream
i go crazy, like wild dogs
wake up scared and sane
FRIDAY
cold rain, bad weather
warm cardigan and slippers
i guess it's fall now
i turned off my music and all of the lights over an hour ago. i closed my eyes and tossed and turned for too many minutes, gave up and came crawling back to the computer. i get nervous when my room is too quiet and i can hear the cats prowling around on the upstairs hallway floor.
four-nineteen a.m.
i heard the mail person put our newspaper in the mailbox. what a shitty job. congratulations for actually putting it in, most of them just throw it on our porch. however, no congratulations for walking across the lawn (i know you did, you always do). the first time i was awake late enough to hear the newspaper being dropped off, i thought our house was under attack and woke my dad up.
four-twenty-two a.m.
my face hurts, my throat is sore, i think i am getting sick. i am so tired and i just want sleep. here are this weeks haikus (monday should really be exactly the same as tuesday, but that's not creative), because i have nothing more to say other than complain complain, i am sleepy.
SATURDAY
walking endless blocks
around city neighborhoods
talking like high school
SUNDAY
swimming pool, deep, stoned
floating on green-blue water
chlorine perfume, splash!
MONDAY
"shampoo suicide"
it fucks me musically
dancing and intense
TUESDAY
routine: wake up, eat,
drink until everything spins,
stumble home, sex, sleep
WEDNESDAY
it is too early
i am too tired to work, and
feel like a zombie
THURSDAY
reoccurring dream
i go crazy, like wild dogs
wake up scared and sane
FRIDAY
cold rain, bad weather
warm cardigan and slippers
i guess it's fall now