Sitting around
waiting,
for the anxiety of the night,
to wane under
to fatigue.
Pummelled by
blizzards
of traffic,
noises flying through the night,
carried on,
by load-bearing snowflakes.
Tonight I dreamt of;
hundreds of lady bugs,
Korean skateboards,
and visits from old
friends,
I no longer know.
Tonight I strechted into the darkness
and found it filled
with still more things
I don`t fully understand.
Waiting for it to break,
to shatter - black slivers of glass -
in the reflection of the dawn,
A pungent grey hue,
of an early morning
finally arriving,
just in time
to send me,
back to bed.
