there is
an intrinsic peace
found in a
hard night
coming down
a surrealistic
exposé on the
logic in
setting down
the phone as
the heaviness
radiating softly
in your skull
leads to a
unquenchable
melancholy
a desert of
intimacy in
stark moonlight
coldly reflected
ina trillion
grains of
dreamscatter

a tattered
tired vagabond
snug as a
bug in a rug
a hard night
coming down
her name
running in
a stream of
drool down
my unfeeling
myopic facade
hoping to
sleep yet
terrified of
dreaming a
jittering
contradiction
swirling into
the night