Late Night with Cups of Coffee
a poem
Tick Tock Tick Tock
The clock keeps ticking,
but instead of writing
I’m sucking down coffee
hoping I can come up with
something to write down.
And now I’ll be
wide awake
for who knows how long
while the house
stays silent around me.
I can do some housework
or laundry
or drink some alcohol
to try to get
myself tired.
It’s probably
not going to happen
but at least I can say
I’m trying to do…


