I'm eating Twizzlers in my kitchen at 2:00 A. M.
Am I okay?
I don't really care.

I'm blasting my tunes through my ears.
Out my head,
Through my mouth.

I'm sitting down, looking around at the mess-
I've made these hours,
So much to clean.

I'm trying to stay calm.
The hype of the morning is here,
Sleep is gone.

I'm tired but definitely not.
My eyelids don't drift,
My body heaves.

I'm full of crack-head energy!
Making me dance,
It's fun.

I'm cleaning the kitchen.
Cause I'm in the mood,
Don't get that often...

I'm pausing typing to get a Twizzler-
I have one now.
So good!

I'm wanting to dance until morning-
But wanting to sleep.
Why?

I'm going to stop writing incessant poetry,
It makes no sense.
I'm silly.

I'm thinking that ideas done at 2:00,
Are left at that time-
And stay there.

Not to be repeated.

I'm now done with my Twizzler now,
What to do?
I'm awake.

I'm indecisive in my thoughts.
My iPad's on 10%-
But it's charging

I'm half drunk-
Half high-
Not really.

I'm eating Twizzlers in my kitchen at 2:00 A.M.
Am I okay?
I don't really care.