5 a.m.  

5:11, 5:12, 5:13, 5:15,
i hate being up this late.
i hate being the only person alive on the face of the earth.
i can look out the window and
see the sun coming up. in an hour
i’ll start getting sick from
staring at this monitor
all night.

the din of the
machine symphony
outside
only adds to the already sonic quality
of the evening.

awake at 5:43,
searching for meaning and purpose
in the purposelessness of
drivel.
tonight, i’ll have a cup of tea
with the sunrise
and come as close to perfection
as i ever will.

fuck camus.
he never had any answers anyway.

© 2006 Aaron J. Marko