on a yellow piece of paper

it's funny, the things we write, then find later...

this was on a piece of paper in a box of stuff. I think it's a year or two old...

at 6am
there's not much to do.
i watch tv
over and over
and every passing hour,
i tell myself I'll go to sleep then,
but I don't.

and I flip through a magazine,
that reeks of perfume
and i feel like im reading the insides
of a cheap whore
while the tv drips on
at 6am.