Milk It

Sleepyhead, false alarms to wake up to pee time wee hours makes me a madman.

Madness in the dark kitchen knives the only luminance in the house.

Sharp little shrill voice came out:

I want to sleep. I want to sleep. I want to…

Milk hot and creamy, the pop-up solution,

So I make a glass and stay awake tappita tapp tappita

In the keyboard who doesn’t sleep.


The empty aluminum cup shining smiling in my workaholic wooden desk,
Empty metal of white protein adrenalin push tired already but,
I love it I love it to not sleep,
Feelings change in an instant,
My sanity downpours on the amnesiac keybord,
Tappita tapp tappita as the orange glow crawl into the distant window.