at night I am not the owl
but the mouse.
and sleeplessness pounces on me
and swoops down on me
and devours me
and leaves me with no protest.


look at you my generation.
you don't want to know who you are
so you drown it all in the glossy amber glow
of late nights and the fragrant clouds
of afternoons left blank.
I've got a cold bucket
filled with nature's finest
and I'm not afraid
to intoxicate you with freshness.
wake up, kids.
there is too much to do
to lie there...mind gone.