Fried Brain Cantaloupe

11:00pm
Butter was beginning to glaze my eyes.
Dust was collecting on my brow.
A cat nap was lingering in my throat.
A weight was settling on all my limbs.

12:00am
My eyelids creased and wrinkled up.
A spider crawled across the keyboard and my hand.
I only watched.
Fingers through the hair.

1:00am
I saw through slits.
My mouth was apart, almost slumber kissed.
Fried brain cantaloupe.
One brief moment to close, appease, relax….
for a brief moment…

6:57am
Not so brief.
The butter was still over me.
Fingers through the hair.
Fried brain cantaloupe.
How long ‘till my next 11:00?