sprinklers

For the first time, I've been awake and sane enough to hear the sprinklers going off outside.
(Remember that one time, at the skate park, and the sprinklers?)
Everything is wrapping up nicely.
(If that sounds too blasé, forgive me)
I have an empty sun ahead of me, and hours to kill
(Except for that noon on Monday deadline, that I will deny until midnight)
I am at peace with myself, despite next week's impending doom
(Perhaps I could have put that pink shaker to use)
Not a drop of caffeine this week
(In exchange, many deep, sweaty sleeps)
Too much warmth for my own good
(This post worsens as I type)
I should sleep soon
(But sleeping is such a waste of time)
Missing you, all of you.