Poetry Is An Accelerator Of Time

i wake up
at 3 a.m.
symptomatic
of old age
and i open the
PC and start
scribbling
whatever comes
to my mind
a memory
a plan a
stream of
consciousness
that i simply
let go
like a flow
of an idea like
an electricity
running inside
my veins

three poems
and then
i stretch my
legs and
wriggle my
hands and
blink my eyes
grasping for
something new

now it is
4: 42 a.m.