Undisturbed

I’m so tired
It feels like my head has been fried
You don’t have to ask for the night
Hanging under my eyes
All I need
Is a blanket to cover my feet
And a touchdown lit up and wide
Enough for me to descend upon
Undisturbed
The evening is undisturbed
Free from words
Of those who necessarily
Had to honk horns
At the freeway ghost
Who has no place left
But the vacuum of everyone’s thrift
And the sounds of an anxious world
Who’ll never make it on time
Time
In this home
There is solitude by telephones
Of fifteen different take away menues
I slabber on
Undisturbed
The evenings are undisturbed
Free from words of those who
Necessarily had to speak up
When the lights were off and all
«Notrihgtnow"signs called the sounds to stop