Tired eyes
Curious cat
Purrs and sniffs as I
Try to write
Light dim
No glasses
I can't see the edge of the page
So I can only hope the pen
Doesn't wander off into
Its own dreamland
Where it can imagine
Placing random apostrophes
And sliding into a drawer
With someone other than a cheap Bic.
But I digress
On my late night
Wake-up session
And you've got to
Wonder at the sheer
Masochism of it all
Year after year
I try to find
Meaning at a
Late hour and a
Mass mind
That can't
Get past squealing breaks
And wondering whether
My ex-boyfriend even cares
How cruel and insulting
His breaking up was
But now the mass mind
Wants to pet the cat
And watch re-runs on
TVLand and forget that
Latte-land is a harsh
Outpost for the single
City girl who just wants
Someone to rub her feet
And bring her soup on sick days
And cocoa on rainy windy ones
And why can't I train the
Cats to do that?
And so off to sleep we all
Go with a hope of an
Erotic dream to
Fulfill the coming day's
Promise.