Sleepless

Blackout curtains tightly drawn
Cracks of light seep in as dawn
Truck growls down the interstate
Sounds and worries penetrate

Basso snores through paper wall
Loosened thoughts begin to crawl
Through a restless, aching mind
And pare away my outermost rind

Between the very late and early hour
Awake, in hunger, I reach to scour
Blue light screens for the fire-cold word
To loosen me from the numbed herd

Ether-loft friends from far-off places
Shitpost, ratio, weave threaded traces
Paths to a crudely enlightened state
Aware, I now accept what is innate

Sleepless, my mind’s eye out of focus
Yet somehow fixed on the desired locus
Throwaway replies descend like rope
Grasping them, I scale cliffs of hope.

Wild Grasses

 

Wild grasses spring underfoot

Bounce and jostle my lax body,

Present me as a gift to the sun.

Lift me, wild summer grasses,

Raise me in your bountiful arms,

Rinse my hair in threads of clouds.

Soothe me, cool wild grasses,

With bright kiss of chlorophyll.

Cleanse me of smoldering ash.

Swaddle, shroud me, long grasses,

Your tentacled touch is calming.

Under green skies, I slip into dreams.

Make me as you, fibrous, fresh,

Nourished by seeping waters,

Alive, soil-sprung, waving.

O tender and sweet summer grass.