2002-03-23

The city is sleeping again
But I've had so many caffine injections
That even thinking about rest is futile
Driving down May Ave.
At four o'clock a.m.
Watching the empty buildings
Dreaming of the next day's commerce
Passing houses with the lights off
Occupants lost thier own subconscious worlds
They'll never realize quite how
Wonderfully post-apokolyptic
These late-night/early morning drives are
And while they sleep I drink
From the fountian of a million dreams
My body tingles from my connection with them
While the stars wink at me
As if to tell me
That they know the pleasure of this

~Matt Magus

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