BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

tonight in hell

the house is cool

tonight and everyone's

asleep in their cradles

I feel cold.

I awoke too early

and now I get to

see the sunrise.

I'd rather prefer

to sleep through it.

watching the horizon

makes me remember

that time is a thing.

ever-constant,

ever-present.

ever-inevitable.

sometimes I wish

it would all just

stop.

maybe then I could

grasp just one moment

without watching every

little second fall away

into nothing.

it makes

me sad.

that, and this house

is really cold.