late night, sleeping naught
Ashley McBryde is blarin' from Roku monitor. Just finished two YouTube videos, The first on neglected generators, the other on cars, caste aside. He wonders what then drives the sleep from his night? Tomorrow he will attempt, again, the test, at the plasma center. Woman have long admired cooking on TV, but now men have shows, on junked cars, and forlorned generators. He once heard a mom speaking in class, she could tell her life was a mess, because her house, was spotless. Even now sitting across the hall is the long neglected generator, he purchased, years ago. He ran it, once for 20 min, and no more, since. Once he'd received a poem, concering a phone booth, left neglected, in Mojave Desert, still providing service, to workers the mine, abandoned long ago. There was a time when people came, to campout and wait, for the phone to ring naught. Is the fear then for him, of being being, left, long then forgotten, unneeded, and in disrepair?
