Ode to the middle of the night

It's late. About four hours ago I was distracted from watching the tivoed grey's anatomy season finale by choppers overhead. the persistant wurring of the rotars and the follow light passing over my house made me wonder. "Again with the criminals in my neighborhood?" that's right, I said again.

The first night i moved in here a guy got arrested on my street. He was just walking down the road bathed in a pool of searing white light - the kind that almost looks blue. And then, as if devinely directed, two police cars silently screamed up to the side of the road and out of the first car shot two police officers, very angry gun-toting. boy, oh boy. I sure did feel safe.

Now since then, up until tonight, it has been onyl the constant wurring of ghetto birds disrupting my slumbers, my tv watching, my cooking (rarely at that) and my daily goings on. Yeah, i feel safe.

Oh, and I saw an ex of mine on tv tonight and she looked really good. damn. It would have been easier if she didn't, but she did. Such is life.

So my ode to the middle of the night is this:

darkness fall, but lay thy self carefully
distrub not the slumbering masses
for when we see that you are not who you say you are
we know that the end is near.

What begins shall end
what ends will inevitably begin
only without the persistent ticking the clock cannot join
the unceremonious march to the bathing bright white light.

remember to lock your doors 'cause the next guy rounding the corner may not be bearing gifts that you want to partake in. Or maybe you do, I don't know what turns you on.

Turn ons. There's one to talk about.

Again it's 3 am. I am not sleeping. why should I. that just means i have to get up in the morning and face my day. Man, I really don't want to have to face my day. That means i have to take resposibility and create something. Which I will do. i secretly look forward to it. Don't tell anyone. Not that anyone's reading this.

So I do it for me – much like masterbation. But I still do it for me.