I've been up all night,
writing
poems in my head
not fit for paper--
perhaps not even
for my head.
The words that
fail to say--
well, anything
at all--
are just a waste
of time and
energy is nothing
more than burning
calories. You laugh
because you know
there's no other
reason to
keep on reading.
These words,
they are simply
nothing. Written down,
filling up space
to pass time.
Because it's
funny
we're both
still here.
