Diary

Hey the lights are out and the voices are going low
What’s in the cup?
Ahh fair enough buttercup
My brain is my tape recorder
Ohhh mmmmmm
I feel awkward being here but at least it gives me something to write about
Damn this half a wall
Scientist on the dub outside
Inside
Moan
Silence
I feel I am a disturbance
Am I?
I want an excuse to put the radio back on and go outside
But I don’t want to listen
I don’t want them to even think I’m listening
Oh gosh
I should go back outside
I should go to bed I have work tomorrow
Yeah that’s what I’ll do
Finish writing have one more smoke and then go to bed
I’ll mix some hash with this one
This is my poem
My poem is my diary
Poem is diary
Another night
I hear respect from the other side of the half wall
Sound of sleep apneatic snoring
Now one more kiss
She sure is a moany one
I tell myself I feel better with this cat in my bed than I would another person
But I must admit that her moaning and the sound of her kiss turned me on a bit
All the worse
Respect again
Work tomorrow
-today...
Gotta cut this one short
Good night