I like this topic. This one came out quick, so I think could deserve a revisit. I'm looking for another one I wrote about 3:47 a.m. hope to post it soon. fee
2:00 a.m: the frenetic fulcrum of seasons
at 2:00, the bars close. they spill onto the streets.
at 2:00, it's either over, or it has just begun
a purgatorial mystery whether it's day or night
lonely and slow
creeping into you
as your drunken missteps take you home
at 2:00 you give up. he was never going to hit on you anyway.
at 2:00 you make your wishes, so you don't have to be so disappointed next time, and you can quit all the crying over spilt love.
at 2:00 you pick up a pen and sloppily detail the trajectory of your one-track mind
at 2:00 the fire lingers