In my bed,
Forcing this pen.

Sublime rhymes don’t come like I would like,
but tonight;

They kind’ve must.

Eye lids almost closed,
Prose flirting around in my mind,
Words trying to find rhythm and rhymes…

Thumb just tapping in obedience.

Banging holes in this touch screen,

Just so you can feel me…

Lose touch.

Friend Ships Sail.
Wave.

It’s simple,
I’m complex.