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( like_cockatoos )
Pre dawn half-light silences
Long stretches of quiet punctuated by faraway parrot
Or large commercial HVAC
The blue-washed cast of shadows receding with the morning sun
("i used to think/ that the day/ would never come...")
Vestigial cravings for a cigarette, pet a sleeping cat, ponder some gloriously pornographic fragments of memory, scan the help-wanted ads, sling some applications and resumes
Infomercial background noise bleeds into Netflix browse for something suitably offbeat, gives way to furtive scanning of crappy low budget horror movie for interesting symbolism or innovative gore
Remnants of my liquor supply compete with my endless caffeine intake to determine if and when I might sleep
Night is gone again, morning has come, maybe I'll trade stupid memes with my most recent kinda-sorta ex who shares my dyssomnia and most of my fucked up sense of humor
(there ain't no rest for the wicked/ til we close our eyes for good)
The early morning silences are far creepier than the dead of night
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