3:00 a.m. uhh-ohhs

Oopps: I just formatted my hard drive.

Three a.m. is no time to muck around

in cyberspace

unless you REALLY know

what you're doing.

Oopps, I just sliced my finger half off.

Three a.m. is no time to muck around

with sharp knives in the kitchen.

OOpps, I just confessed to infidelity.

Three a.m. is no time to muck around

in matters of the heart.

Oopps, I just sent off that e-mail I'll regret

the minute it's received.

Three a.m. is no time to communicate

especially in a fit of pique

Lie back; chill. Can't sleep?

Toast your lover

with a cold glass of Chardonnay

Or write dark poetry

headed for the trash bin

when seen in the light of day

but no decisions - nay

Lest your fowled up bio-rhythms

nail you to the wall

hang you out to dry.

3:00 a.m., the darkest hour;

the hour when I revel

for I am a child of the dark.