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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Exultation
I
Laboriously climb
The rock-hewn stairs
Towards exultation.
Yet at every step,
I pause and think
If I'd be better off
Turning back
As my sweat drips down
.
But I can't.
I've been there--
And the only way
Is up.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Pyre of Insomnia
Insomina
Is the pyre
of the Self.
But...
Who is holding the match?
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Insomniac's Lament
Hear
My mournful sleepless tune,
My insomniac's lament.
A cat meows dolefully outside my window.
Somewhere,
A dog barks.
Meanwhile, I toss and turn,
Hoping for a glimpse of sleep.
But if I do fall asleep...
What will happen to my poems?
Saturday, April 13, 2013
A Letter to Insomnia
Dear Insomnia,
You're responsible
For some of my best poems.
I hate you...
Please don't leave me.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Sleep Combat
I toss and turn,
Waging fierce combat
Against the sleeping pill.
Will I sleep? Will I dream?
I don't know.
All I can do
Is write this poem
And hope for the best.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Ferryman
In a self-created hell,
there is no Charon
To ferry us across
The river Styx.
We are alone.
The one remaining place
To seek out the ferryman
Is
inside
.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Crunchy Leaves
Laying in bed,
Tossing and turning,
I think of the crunchy leaves
I stepped on earlier.
And I feel guilt
That no one else will ever
Step on those same leaves again.
I've effectively planted my flag
Expanding my crunchy leaf dominion.
Others will just have
To live with that.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Silence
Silence is a gift
For which we have so little time.
A shame--
We can scarcely comprehend
All it could tell us
If we would but
listen
.
Inner Wars Are Best Fought By Proxies
Toy soldiers,
Lined up in formation
In resplendent battle gear.
Peasats with pitchforks arrayed
On the other side.
Inner wars are best fought by proxies,
and I don't care who wins.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Burn Like a Billion Suns
We are like
Cigarettes
Flicked onto ice.
A feeble glow,
Barely enough to melt
A small pool underneath,
Extinguishing ourselves.
Burn like a billion suns...
Or don't bother.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Ashes
While asleep,
I caught a glimpse of You
And my heart
Became ashes.
Now what?
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Inner Ear
This cigarette smoke
Is my incense;
This coffee, my sacramental wine.
Silence. No words are needed.
Listen with an ear
That opens when the
Other two are deaf.
Who can say
How long it lasts?
You Are a Message
You are a message,
Radiant and poignant,
Written by an invisible hand.
Put aside your books
And read yourself,
Illumined
By an inner light
That never fails.
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