Sleepless Night
The clock chimes past midnight
There are no more footsteps
Of scruffy old covens,
'Cos they're already gone
Out, for a night clubbing
Smoke comes out from tube
Billows in small rings
Makes my little cube
Like a chimney thing
I feel the still
Of lonely night
So I turn on
My only toy
To treat out
Senseless thoughts
With poetry
Till eyes
Caught a
Sleep
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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