(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

no shuteye

guy asks me why i've got dark circles around my eyes

'poetry,' i tell him, 'it's been kicking my ass.'

'how so?' he asks,

'well', i tell him,
'i sit behind my keyboard all day,
staring at the blinking horizontal line
on my wide and empty monitor
without a single idea

i stay up late
i drink coffee
lots
of coffee
i say 'fuck' a lot of times,
mostly in my head

eventually,
i get into my pj's
turn off the lights
rest my head against the pillow
and start to fall asleep
sleep, sleep i've so dearly missed

bang

the race is off!

my brains starts churning,
churning out the poems
one after another
and i know i'll forget them
if i don't write them down now,

groaning
i fumble for the light switch
i collapse into my chair
and i type
with tired burning eyes

by the time i'm done,
the sun is shining through my curtains
like a glowing beam of cat piss
laughing at my kneecapped eyes