In my home
eating cucumbers, pickled,
my friend Alex dreams
of what seems like being tickled.
I sit alone and think,
as I begin to feel tired
that I wish I had a drink
because I'm still wired-
just enough so
that I can't go to bed
but not enough that I don't
want to rest my head
too many lights
too many thoughts
too much boredom
so I think of people's sex talk.
I can't because my friend...
this has to be the end!
These thoughts that make me cough...
I think I'll turn them off
Yes...
I think I'll turn them off.
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