um, a whole lotta nothin...

i sometimes like to write hybrid lines of poetry/prose for no reason other than it's soothing to think in terms of brief notions and feelings rather than cohesive thoughts. another tribute to my stream of conscious mentality. plus it helps that i'm also delerious and would rather create something than stare blankly at a computer screen... (i could go home, but traffic deters me...) one more thing... i like elipses...

awakened with
grains of indecision and a
felt-tipped heart burn.
coffee. turbine of
morose fatigue. face drawn
in sketches. pencils without
color trace the edging. lips taut
without shading.
ingestion. amalgamation


in plain english:

i'm tired and have too much
on my mind. Plus...i'm tired.
And cranky too. i feel drained
and cranked up at the same time.
coffee does that to you. this is
getting too long. did i mention I'm
tired? i started this fragment in
reference to the above quasi-poetry
thoughtlet with the intention of
being sarcastic. oh well. no one's
perfect. i guess i suck at
humor when i'm tired.
the end.