2:38 AM

2:38 AM

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
"

This is what happens when you can't sleep, and you think life has you by the sack.

"
2:38 AM.

Awake, wide-eyed due to
a crying feline in need of
attention.

And I survey the landscape
as liquid atomizers await
the day of the cleaning frenzy,
whenever that will be.

Overtime in the Lilliputian
deep freeze can alter a
man's perception about the
capitalist venture, or maybe
that's an excuse that the
lesser gender invented to
less than impress their
better halves.

Whatever the case may be,
the king of swamp funk covers
classics by Credence and Croce
and sings somberly about sailing
waterways made of concrete.

And he wonders where
he stands on this
earthen plane, besides
about five score
statute miles south of
the partial great circle
called seven-squared north.

Lost in the night,
he could have the handle
Ice Drifter
if he had the ability
to put a fifty-three foot
big rig in reverse.

And yet,
he happily sits
before the
computer screen,
wasting away,
wasting time,
wasting life,
unsure if he
should move
back to his
place of rest.

The yawn can't be
stifled any longer.

Time to rest.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Awesome write...! Thank you :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 a.m. may be your time. What a great write. I love how it ends--

Posted 13 Years Ago


Anyone who says that nothing good happens after 2 AM, has never been up after 2 am. Very nice write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Believe me, when you sit in front of the computer screen and produce this sort of writing, you are not wasting anyone's time! I can so easily relate to this, and appreciate its artistry and talent. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank you cat for waking me up in the middle of the night so I can sit and think about where I could be or maybe even where I should be. Instead here I sit in front of this darn computer once again..writing my heart out because that's what I do. Now mind you, if I could put one of those big rigs in reverse I would be in Alaska driving those frozen lakes........I would be on TV...........love this Kenneth.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I have those late nights often, great write..

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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