August 14, 2009 – 3:15 (Vancouver, BC)

At some point in the month, I always start falling back to sleep before writing anything… then waking up and writing at whatever time it happens to be. This happens to everyone. Just keep writing if it does. This one was more like a 5:15 poem. Alas     sleep has kidnapped my night     at least I’m well fed you have great waking skills tumbling     waiting for alarm     the sound of shapes calling shapes breaking morning to father the...