For 5 Minutes, I can Be Alone with the Gods

it seems,
the only time one can feel at peace is
when he is here in front,
of this wretched machine.
spouting out images and words,
lines get crossed, dabbed and drivel
pours,
out of every pore.
i feel the hair falling out of my head onto
the flat smooth keys
pulsating with me.
and
we dance together like this each night as
i feel you up,
feel you down.
but for all of these frail moments before
sleep eats me alive
there is a small rush
building
in me
that cocaine
speed
or coffee
had ever supported me.
for those 5 minutes watching
the cursor blink and waiting for the air
to be sucked out of my personal space
light headed floating palms into gelatin mass.
it's beautiful.
it's me