Written by: Jeremy Carlton

          Can you P.U.S.H.?
Till an easy breeze reaching 3am
watching the clock, tick, tock
until 3 comes again, like a click-
click of poetrys anxious pen
anticipating, waiting, for that time
to strike again, silent cries that come
within, bursting out through a letters 
curve, gives just enough time to rhyme 
another word, so absurd, who was
heard from another mans pain
Dear GOD I can't wait for 3 to
               strike again