the crickets
scream
a solid mass of
white noise
shivering across
each thought
a frayed bow
over the worn strings
of a violin
calling forth
the bitter sun

my odometer clicks
with every
frantic turning
seeking moments
where sleep deadens
the endless need
lost in a tangle
where briars puncture
the membrane between
dream and waking
an intermingling of
manic desire and
acceptance of my own
detrimental lackings

in a delirium of
halfspun escapism
feeling the carapace
cracking across
my tensed thighs
as i add my longing
to this symphony of
insects singing
calling forth a new day
where i am heard
instead of drifting
in a frustrated fury
of half measures