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2 AM Pine
Its the witching hour
smoke makes a light haze
the remnants of intoxication
and here I am again,
thinking
about
you
The magic buzzes my fingertips
but fizzles without focus.
How can I concentrate
when I'm here, still
thinking
about
you
A compulsion, a question
I wonder what you're thinking
and get to know your shadows.
Hard to think much else when I'm stuck
thinking
about
you
We could let our demons dance
and look on sharing a joint
but I'm a hurricane you can't weather
so here I am still
thinking
about
you.
smoke makes a light haze
the remnants of intoxication
and here I am again,
thinking
about
you
The magic buzzes my fingertips
but fizzles without focus.
How can I concentrate
when I'm here, still
thinking
about
you
A compulsion, a question
I wonder what you're thinking
and get to know your shadows.
Hard to think much else when I'm stuck
thinking
about
you
We could let our demons dance
and look on sharing a joint
but I'm a hurricane you can't weather
so here I am still
thinking
about
you.
Published 19th Jul 2022
Author's Note
how many more nights before I find peace?
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19th Jul 2022 9:41am
I really like the "thinking about you" chorus, and of course I always approve of soul hour introspection.
I speculate that a jumping of the bones is in order,
But who will be the first to leap?
I speculate that a jumping of the bones is in order,
But who will be the first to leap?
21st Jul 2022 5:14am
This 2 AM Pine is truly magnificent and sultry ah suddly. I even read the poem by the stanzas backwards and found it even more sultry than how it's written. It's that sizzling ah passionate to me.
21st Jul 2022 7:56am
21st Jul 2022 3:55pm
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- Edited 7th Sep 2022 7:45pm
21st Jul 2022 11:24am
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