[Content Warning: Adult Language, Sacrilegious Burrito, Pig Latin, Questionable Grammar]
Am I asleep? Am I awake?
Why did I stay up so late?
STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN.
Click.
Click.
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck.
What?
Am I asleep? Am I awake?
Why did I stay up so late?
Shining, entrancing, like a dream… am I asleep? Am I a sheep?
Is that—
Is that Little Bo Peep? But what is she doing with that sheep—
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck.
What?
WHAT?
DELETE. DELETE. DELETE ALL BROWSING HISTORY.
Where is the bleach? Where is the bleach?!
Am I asleep? Am I awake?
Where am I? Am I in the kitchen? Why am I here? Why I am I even? What is?
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck.
What?
3:33 blinking on the microwave.
Am I asleep? Am I awake?
Why did I stay up this late?
Blinking at the microwave. I’m so tired.
Can’t unplug my brain, I’m just too wired
Too busy twittering all that externalized introspection
Now I’m staring at the microwave into my glassy, dark reflection
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck.
What?
Am I asleep? Am I awake?
Am I the microwave? AM I THE MICROWAVE?
Am I human or am I machine?
Am I me or am I the screen?
Are these the images of my own eyes–?
Or are they digitally manufactured lies?
Am I you? Are you me?
Are we just clones trapped in matrices,
Is reality just one big conspiracy?
IS THIS KITCHEN EVEN REAL THO?
…
Jesus Christ, I want a burrito.
My own personal Beans and Cheesus
O mi Iesu, indulge caseo repleti peccatis nostris
Divino burrito nisi nos de fame
Am-ay I-ay eepsla-ay? Am-ay I-ay akewa-ay?
I-ay oday otnay eakspay atinlay.
Uck-fay.
Uck-fay itay.
Uck-fay.
Atwhay?
…
Did I slept up? Did I fall awake?
Did I dream early thought was late?
Did I living? Was I dead?
How long have I been laying in my bed?
Is that the alarm clock in my pillow or the kitchen in my coffee?
…
I’m awake.
I’m awake.
The sun is bright.
It’s dark and bitter.
The coffee. The caffeine steaming in my mug
It’s not the same as sleep but—
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck.
The Rookery 
This! THIS! WHOA!
You just….what the hell??!! How did you even DOOO that!? Every word of this post is ART. And I think I fell in love with a little bit! ❤ 😉
LOVEDD ITTT!!!!
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My method is very simple, don’t sleep and then the next day, screw around at work on poetry when you’re supposed to be correcting spreadsheets. Warning though, turns out this method can trigger migraines.
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Well, it’s definitely working wonders! I don’t fancy myself as a poet, though. Every time I tried writing something even close to poetry, it turned out horrible and so I quit. I may try your method one of these days! 😉 But for now. I am content with reading them. 😊😊
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Well thanks for reading mine!
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