all-nighter

“how many hours did you read poetry?”
toooooooo many
i can’t believe it, my eyes are fried
glued to blue
to the keyboard my hands are tied
“how many sentences can you rhyme?”
not enough
i don’t have time

several hours have passed
i couldn’t tell you how many if you asked
i’m tired, i’m yawning
holy crap a new day is dawning
the moon made his rotation around my head
all the while i’ve been sitting on my bed

please never let me do this again
if i become nocturnal i’ll lose all my friends
ah, who am i kidding, i only have one
she’s up late too, but past twelve she’s done

right, back to poetry
the time, it got away from me
these words pull me in like a symphony
grabs my attention, holds me tight
it’s no wonder i stay up through the night
the bags under my eyes i’m sure they could hold
modern day musings and tales of old

as the sun peeks over the trees
soon, i know, i’ll be counting sheep
i lay on my pillow and the words swirl around
sometimes i wish the voice in my head had no sound

give me some medicine, that’ll shut ‘em up
whiskey will do, give me the cup
down the hatch
do we have another batch?
damn, i guess this will have to do
i’m off to sleep now, goodbye, toodle-loo
until tomorrow, when i pick up the pen
and work on this poetry all over again.