autumn twilight

11:10 pm:

And I’m typing.
I’m typing words that feel
…….like they don’t really mean anything,
and yet they must mean something.

11:11 pm:

And I’m still typing.
Staring at the screen blankly
…….waiting for things to make sense to me,
and yet I don’t sense epiphany on the horizon.

11:12 pm:

And I’m listening.
Typing quietly as I listen to
…….Lady Vagabond, sung in proud-voiced fire,
and yet there is still this silence beneath me.

11:13 pm:

And I’m closing my eyes.
Thinking of deleting the green
…….characters that have moved across the screen,
and yet I continue typing.

11:14 pm:
And I’m feeling so alone.
I smile, because I always write
…….bad poetry when I’m feeling alone like this,
and yet I still feel alone.

11:15 pm:
And I’m going to jerk off now.
I smile, wanly, I’ll probably just go to
…….sleep instead, jerking off holds no draw tonight,
and yet It might make me feel.