3AM
under minor covers
brain and body shudders
self aware the head holes shout
from several years of shaking
self-abuse and neuroLOGICAL
pandering to the ego once lost in
blue fabric nursing chairs
you spend every waking moment
scared of snapping echoes
clapping for performances
no longer adorn, yet dance
among these earthquake dreams
my body shakes
my body screams
I focus on the rhythmic play of
adolescent, gone
forget it
nine to five no
eight to three
why am I so old
rubbish bin overflow
piles of pocket plastic poison
litter the piss stained
floor of false happiness
hidden fears
hidden thoughts
but I digress
piles of precious plastic paid f