Don’t wake me
I scrawl onto printer paper
And affix to my door
With a scrap of clear tape
From the side of a box
Shutting my computer down
I sigh and rub my face circularly
As I think of you
Enjoying your 2 AM
In fucking California
Brooklyn birds wake happily
I shut my windows tight
Blast the big AC
Creating a fat noise
So I can sleep nice
A dream comes quickly
I’m watching TV in it
New episode of Lost
Better than I could write
Had I been awake
At noon I get up to pee
I do so with shut eyes
Come back to bed
Pet the cat now in it
And sleep close to her fur
At 2PM
I’m ready for a day
Spend it great
Better half with art
Later half with you
Writing wirelessly
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