Blackjack

Here I sit
Alone by a balcony
Spent by the Summer Day
Watching clouds in the Starry Night
E'er forming shapes

Here I sit
Alone in a filthy room
My weekly dreary Ceremony
Watching silent raindrops
Forming patterns on the Desert Floor

Here I sit
Lit only by a screen
A bat for flying company
Don't fly into the fan you'll die
Idiot.

Here I sit
On a yellow ledge
Before the new day dawns
Wondering why I write these
Twenty One words everynight.