I stay up(nights)
smoking, drinking lemon ade
socoldsocold when it slips
d
o
o
o
w
n
my throat it feels like
an ice floe

I stay late(nights)
in my bed, alone,
and it is not so much I am lonely
it is I am itsjust
tired of being alone

I am up(nights)
until the time others wakeup
1,2,3,4 I am here
(in)side my mindfield
making stories for you
for me

I listen late(nights)
to my window which has become
veryvery slightly unstuck
so the wind
WHISTLES
like a ghost

I look up(nights)
the solitary room of mine
linoleum floors coldandgray
alone but not lonely
content but not happy

and maybe that’s just late(nights)
my mindfield playing tricks
making me believe
I am not happy when I am
so happy so privileged so lucky

maybe that’s just an aftereffect of staying
up
(nights)
late
(nights)
up
(nights)