in the middle of
these nights
when sleep evades my soul,
I sit at this machine and write
my heart out as if I were a fool
to be doing so at this hour, but
I do pursue this venture on
these nights as if possessed
by some passing fancy that
is my my purpose to record
these insane alliances of ideas
on this white paper that scorches
the light into my eyes in such
a way that closing them tight
still prevents sleep from
seeking me out like lovers
who fail to connect at bars.
23Jun16
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