drunk on fatigue

where i came up with the title for this blog... a poem i wrote in college.

drunk on fatigue

seven-twenty-nine, you're still in bed
attempting to rise on a tank half-full
a minute flies overhead
like an air-raid to the drunken soul

set on a downward twist
a camakazi plane
attention! synaspes missed
reducing thoughts to a dull pain

the blackboard - that blackhole
never coming quite into focus
the lecture - shots fired, targets missed
mumble jumble hocus pocus

it's three a.m. - go to sleep!
before the day will break
you slip into the deep
getting only a minimum of what you seek

stop the struggle
for in time you're slowly warn
into three hours you try to smuggle
you're no more victor in the morn.