Writing In The Lonely Hours Of The Night Poem by Estefano Molina

Last night was a long one
I sat at the coffee table
Took a few hits from the bong
(helps with the insomnia)
And watched a movie
Maybe this third time I'll like it

I thought of some great stuff to write
But I was too lazy to get up
I told myself I'd remember it in the morning
But it never happens
If it's a good idea
It'll come back
I always tell myself


Seems like nights
Like last night
I can come up with cleverest lines
The bad thing
Is that I can only write under these circumstances
So I won't let it go to waste
As I do everything else