Monday, September 10, 2012

Monday, September 10th, 2001


The air was more humid than I thought it could get that time of year,
and it made me think there was something wrong,
or about to be wrong,
which was worse maybe in the long run

After my long walk across an empty campus,
I made my way home,
where everyone was already asleep,
listen to crickets and recalling the earthquake from two days prior

The streetlamp outside my window,
the one that sometimes shone through the blinds behind my bed,
and always comforted me when I lay my head down on the pillow,
was not doing the trick this evening,
in fact,
it was rather disenchanting to say the least

There was a green light sticking out from the side of my computer,
and it was keeping me awake,
I was too tired to get up and shut it off,
too tired to even cover my face with the blanket

Things were askew in these parts,
very askew,
what with the humidity and all,

Something was not sitting right,
and I was not sleeping right,
and I finally dozed off with the irking feeling that I would oversleep something

I couldn't put my finger on any of this,
I could only tell you that it was unseasonably hot

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