The Drinks and the Lying

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I thought I was through with the hiding and lying

The sneaks in the drinks, the tiptoes in the dark

You know the ones, where you wake up suddenly

Wondering what is wrong, and just why he is sighing

When you ask for a drink of the drink in his hand

Thinking a soda would be nice and is easy for him to share

A normal thing, in fact, to share food and drink, with each other

As a matter of fact, it’s so normal, the thought was bland.

And you know.  It was a bland thought until he hesitated

Hmm, then all the bells in my body went off like Big Ben

He’s lying, I know it, he knows it, but only one of us know why

The intuition is strong, even when I was asleep and now I am aggravated.

Damn I hate that,, the sleep was more important,  don’t want to know

or even to know that I know.. But there is that damn psst. The pop-top

Tells on him every time. But that wasn’t it, the damn top woke me like thunder

It was the hesitation when I asked for a drink that set the nerves tingling head to toe,

Clink, clink

He thought I was asleep, turned off the light, even, to check to see if I would notice

and honestly, I didn’t , so good show, Joe, and a good trick this time.

I did get some sleep I needed so badly this night,  it’s 2.45 am, I got a whole 3 hours

Much more than my normal amount of sleep, usually I sleep less than the prairie lotus

And just as my heavy eye -lids start to fall, dreaming of the beautiful red of the lotus, prairie or no,            BANG,  on with  the TV again.  Sleep is gone for tonight.  Take notice.

© 3.00 am May 24, 2010, abbey.nightowl