Caffine fumes on my face,
Fighting the insomniac in me.
Sun burns high and dry,
Asphalt hard and ashen.
Half-formed thoughts in mind,
A pen rambles on a white sheet,
Noises come in symphony
Colours green and yellow.
Late night junkyard shifts,
Cool night breeze washes my face,
The moon high and a dark night,
Bed seems cozy and water purifying.
Thoughts come in binary,
Pixels in high resolution,
Keypad tapping and mouse tracking,
Limitless limits set for cracking.
A friend murmuring for satisfaction,
A search issues in own self,
Soft and hard are the locks,
It’s hard to be soft.
Composed 23 March, HDC Cafeteria.