3:38 in the morning, Saturday, July 9th, 2016.
God Dammit give me another hit!
Another smoke off this perfect ink pipe
Another taste of muse to fuel these eyes
Someone want to be my doll?
My mannequin to bend and pose
Let me sketch you, blow a fuse, scream, and repeat
Shit it's already 6:00 am!
No matter.
Pump me up Doc!
Hello delusions, regrets, and loathing
Why you're more familiar than the one who walked away
Funny thing is that you usually stop by around 7:00 am
Why so early this morning?
No matter.
Perhaps spinning the wheels of sadness will motivate this execution
But wet paper isn't always easy to write on
What if I spun the cylinder again?
After all that's worth, It's all I'm worth
No matter.
I'm sure I'll find something by 8:00 am
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Different than what I usually write, but felt like trying something new. Something more realistic you could say.
- Category: Reflection
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