The 3am haikups of life
I’ve heard it said that even a troll looks beautiful to a drunk in a bar after 3 am.
I wouldn’t know. I’m a writer who can’t drink. To me, nothing looks beautiful at that time of night.
Gotta hand it to that lizard… tumblr.com
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At 3 am,
I’m staring into the abyss of a dark room, where
1 of 4 possible scenario’s are happening.
1
Fright grips my stomach.
I ask into the darkness
what did I forget?
2
Mulling over words;
what did I say yesterday
that gets me fired?
3
That song I hate plays
in a never-ending loop;
it’s a small, small world
4
A lizard rustles
in the woods a mile away
that dogs must bark at.
Some days, I just wish the HAIKUps of life would stop haunting my brain!
You got fired?
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No. It’s the things that keep me up (in haiku). One of them is “what did I say yesterday that might get me fired.” Fact is, at 3 in the morning stupid things seem a lot more dire than they really are. 🙂
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