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.
Poetry inspired by my travels around the world and the characters I met along the way.
Saturday, June 5, 2021
Sleepless
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