Explore Poems GO!

The Ambition Bird

Rating: 2.7

So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine

like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.

The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,

that warm brown mama.
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM