Thursday, October 20, 2011

crack. crack, hum drum
the fridge, power on
faint stare upon the black, blank walls;
too incredulous to believe the mind has stopped.
momentary silence, then back again.


springing forth like humming birds on a rampage.

cricket. cricket. hum drum.

she thinks of all those alseep.
she wants their eyes; their minds,
their nonexistent thoughts.
too many dawns witnessed
to think she must be sane.
the crack. slight light.
encroaching slowly, then too quickly to stop.

she sings with the birds.

another night has slept without her.
the night misses her. though, to not fault of her own,
she feels gulty still.

- insomnia; or I Want Your Eyes

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