I'm so tired 
It feels like my head has been fried 
You don't have to ask for the night 
hanging under my eyes 

All I need 
is a blanket to cover my feet 
and a touchdown lit up and wide 
enough for me to descend upon 

Undisturbed 
The evening is undisturbed 
Free from words 
of those who necessarily 
had to honk horns 
at the freeway ghost. Who has 

no place left 
but the vacuum of everyones thrift 
and the sounds of an anxious world 
who'll never make it on time 
time 

In this home 
there is solitude by telephones 
of fifteen different take away menues 
I slabber on 

Undisturbed 
The evenings are undisturbed 
Free from words of those who 
necessarily had to speak up 
when the lights were off and all 
"notrihgtnow" signs called the sounds 
to stop