Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Bad Poetry

The moon sinks low in the early hours
Nearly full, a grapefruit hanging over the horizon
There is some solace in the thought
That you may be staring too
And that if I look hard enough
I'll see the reflection of your eyes


Yeah, right ... like your lazy ass is going to be up at 6 am. Who writes this crap?

1 comment:

isn't there a song about that? said...

I was awake at 6 and it was still there at 7 when I looked at it and thought about you.