Poem – Hours Past Midnight

typewriter

click, click, rip

tear, chuck

another

flick, flick, ding

winner, winner,

chicken dinner

lonely vices

narrow alley ways of snow drifts

hours past midnight

sleep would not come

veins of suburban scapes

desolate

save for the breeze and

the hum of electric lamps

the giggle of teenage love in civics

i was there once too

wandering

wondering

wanderlust

o’ the hours past midnight

transcend