Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A RECENT 3 AM

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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