Can't

Jan 07, 2009 22:51

I wrote this one night when I couldn't sleep, heh. Went down well in class, but needs a bit more tweaking. Kudos for any who know my telly reference. No one in class did, but then, they're all fools.

Can’t

Too warm maybe if I throw
the quilt away but now it’s too cold
stick a foot out and a leg aah that’s better.

Listen! It’s a fox! Could be
a fox it sounds like one but
it could be cats mating. I wonder

why my eyes creak click
clicking like machinery
louder than the clock.

But I thought horlick’s
was supposed to help you
sleep all chocolatey. Shouldn’t

have watched that one extra
episode (poor Owen) just can’t
resist - never can even though

it’s scary. I won’t remember
this in the morning.

poetry, writing

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