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March 10, 2008
Teetering on the brink of sleep
The silent silence inside my muted headphones is deafening
No song plays
Scatological night thoughts bebop in my head
Remnants of the day’s experiences
I gaze for endless short eternities at nothing
My mind slowing to non-thought
The tick of the kitchen clock
Well timed second bombs
The refrigerator buzzes like an oversized flightless albino bee
The air conditioner life rattles awake
And breathes its endless icy exhalation on my face
Outside tree leaves quiver in the night’s still
I see myself reflected in the window
A two dimensional specter
Staring
Staring
Breathing
Staring