Absurd Girl

My coffee—
Is dripping mornings, 
right out of 
my head.

While I’m 
sipping on worlds
no one else
has read.

Scribbling,
like it’s 3 A.M.
I should go to bed—

But there’s a widget in my mind,
looping sounds from outer-time—

Blue lights flicker,
scratching silent whispers,
my absurd girl.