I turn off the light-
boldly rushing,
the night, slams into
the room, no social distancing here,
rudely interrupting,
this elegant foray.
bright moments
linger today,
cheering, a guffaw-
cast aside, by
impatient night.
Category: Nature
Between 9-5, I
will be, AT PEACE.
I will be SUDDENLY
JARRED AWAKE,
AT TWO. no. Three,
in the morning.
A FEAR will
O V E R T A K E
me.
Eyes will dart,
back and forth
forth back and forth,
Wondering…
A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,
“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”
I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-
Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…
There’s a boldness
to the pen, each
sultry stroke,
imagining creation
wings, up
and away,
carrying bold
minds, nearer
the brink-
etching crystal
canvas, des mots
they flow.
