Tuesday, October 22, 2013


torn by a dozen jostling needs

I tossed my head on a twisted pillow

no peace for no resolution

just running all kinds of crap through my mind

facing inevitable invincible consequence...

and for a moment I ceased to turn

and saw a waning moon through

the slats of my window blinds

and I did not feel any flooding of calm

I did not resolve all things

I just froze in my heaving and stared

as some night animal in the woods pauses

from gnawing on its prey and emptily

stares up at the white eye of the black sky...

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