even later

hidden poetry
so secret the
one i haven't
met yet al-
ready knows
it - her eyes
haunt me and
maybe it's just
either ether or
a scene in a bad
teleplay and maybe
she'll call me a bad
name and maybe
i'll have a bad
shave day or
skip one or
two but it's
ok if the
words are
there in the
morning, isn't
it? this - this
media revolution
you so fondly
speak of - does
it exist anymore
than a reality tv
show on reruns?

i hope so.

i know so.

i continue on,
so you can
finally
know.

don't wake me.

yes, i plan on
sleeping in.
sue me.
please
me.