..........summer

its 324 am
     ive read two comics tonight
listened to my mother yell
                           my brother complain
           my professor babble
                                 my ex be difficult
but i read two comics
                    not small ones either
  i smoked a cigarette sitting halfway out my window
i watched the moon float by
                                    i whispered my thoughts to the stars
theyre tired of hearing about wishes
    so i told them about my day.
            and now its 324 am
and my brother is still up
             i wonder if hell remember these nights when we share comics
and in the middle of the night i sit here & type
                       while he lays there and reads.