It’s 4 A.M

It’s 4 A.M

The constellations are screaming

Children are dreaming

The Almighty is listening.



The Sick Feeling.

It was only before time,

That the scattered brain of mine

Joined its clumps in confusion

And came to a horrible conclusion

That nothing seemed to rhyme

That my deadlines had passed my time

That my soul had leaked away

And left my body to decay.