Late Night Poetry

I was trying to be poetic while inside the UV Express one late night on my way home. I was starting to detest things and people particularly at work and it was compounded by my weariness. So before it came to that, I tried to be my romantic self instead.


Carbon monoxide, odorless, you thought was gone,

It’s seeming absence fools: there is no more harm,

Like now you’re gone I thought that was it,

Sly as the devil still potent as shit!