Druggy, dazed
achy eyes sigh ink to paper;
like a lover's embrace, post-coital
tender, lingering, spent.

Lines blur rhymes blend;
charcoal smudge crescent-soul-curtains
wink
down

to rise, reluctant, molasses steeped.
Breath becomes a plodding cadence
wheezing bellows of vacillate ember-mind-glow.

Cyanotic ink whisper fans the officious stink.
Palmed sweat, freshly pestled into blue lined pages
blankets the stark
fills the empty...
At last, I can sleep.

02/20/2007

Posted on 01/30/2008
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