3am Poetry Blues

Reading poetry at 3am

Everyone else is drinking, fucking, and sleeping.

 

I slept through the day

& the night drags on.

 

Guitar in my head

Voices in my throat

Unable to yawn.

 

With nothing else to do

So here I lay

Writing poetry at 4am

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