Stealing Time

To steal a poem

stealthily from time

is an art

I am slowly

getting acquainted to


sitting idle on the bed

staring blankly

at the tv

moving images

sounds, zoom in zoom out


on repeat

is the same old beat

the same faces, the same smoke

I sleep off

before my last drink



just before morning

wetting the sheets

I go back to sleep

to wake up with a fresh piece