Insomnia Like Insomnia

Consternation

Listen to the Traffic breeding and breathing in the Nocturne tumbling to-cover the city

I’ve no reason to sleep

And there’s Hardly a participle awake enough to Capture and struggle up next to

So I’m sure I’ll witness that Slow beast of Dawn Crumbling over the diagonally blurry line of trees

And I’ll regret the such-same nostalgic notion of the dreams I would have had

the lamppost and I are secret friends in insomnia

If only I could sleep

slumber Ancient mind, You’ll write it down tomorrow at least

in only I could collapse infantally

My eyeballs hurt their border/the brothers conscious, unconscious

caught far between the lines of either

And so much of this is rest, Lurid and Alone

So much of this is the memory of Much of Space

So much of this is Retinal, the Achening/scheming Musculature of Sleep

the wanting architecture of Bone Only drearily aware

Of the envious Attire of that Soul wrenching trance of Forevision

Of the Séance inherent in complete knockout Haunts feet above the bed

And I’m sure I’ll catch its eye as it hurries from the room tomorrow