our hero; left to his own devices…

granular synchronicity

this close to day-break,
i’ll make the sunshine by waiting.
such a disconsolate
night seems just short of
forever long; more uncounted
laps pace-walking through
tiny rooms, semi-hallways.
my first bump & blow burns & snaps;
my second is smoother,
more relaxed down the gullet;
all the same,
calm ain’t even close tired.

quick-fix rationale only
works when the sun owns
all the roofs in the county.
past nightfall, it takes
more work to stare into
encroaching darkness
until fear is reconfigured into
tepid resignation. costs me
a fortune in cigarettes,
but i never give up on a friend.

how much have we taken?
how many hours have we killed?
bedsheets lay perfectly made;
undisturbed. we aren’t
far enough yet.
i swear, i’d wreck the sheets,
appetizing or not, if it
made a difference either way.

maybe the bed’s waiting
for a stable sleeping lover to balance out
my rolling around. since
there aren’t any angels around this late,
(they had to beat feet for home)
ain’t anyone around to ask.

still torched & tired; far-wasted too
deeply to see the sun
beginning to crest forest &
asphalt. by the time i notice,
everything is OK again. alone
in the light isn’t anything
at all; i can see
just about everything &
nothing can hurt me.

——————————————————-

Dedicated to all the insomniacs. We fight together, if individually.

crb.

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5 Responses to “our hero; left to his own devices…”

  1. Amazing poem, I absolutely love the way you’ve written it, the language, and the content.

    Especially liked the lines:
    “quick-fix rationale only
    works when the sun owns
    all the roofs in the county.
    past nightfall, it takes
    more work to stare into
    encroaching darkness
    until fear is reconfigured into
    tepid resignation. costs me
    a fortune in cigarettes,
    but i never give up on a friend.”

  2. Thanks for the comment. Yeah, I’m a smoker so the image makes a lot of sense to me as a symbol. Nothing EVER gives you more of itself than a cigarette (and yes, I know it will kill me someday, but you can’t live forever either way.)

    crb.

  3. unbeatable piece.

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