Pillow Talk

It's only after midnight

you can force the clock to jump.

Ask the minutes to miss

a tock or two.

My neck is stiff,

muscles sore from pushing

the days away away.

Break two eggs in a pan for one.

Calendars get filled

tearing away pages,

moon becomes new

vaulting the pines.

 

Only an empty man

is full of himself.

This is sleep without you,

pillow talk

beneath my breath.