can't close eyes

can’t close eyes when thoughts still race

brain numb for minutes at a time

got to keep the hand moving

the ink flowing how

he knows what to put where

it just goes on and on

he may not even get to chose

it forces its way out

got its own mind

can’t close eyes burning and dry

thin yellow dust covers everything

makes it hard to breathe and sleep

and think sputtering to a halt

slowing to start again suddenly

speeding into immovable objects

he never thought of

can’t close eyes when there is more to write

left to write what’s wrong

confusion got the mind tied up in knots

like the hair on his head

no one understands his desire

to be individual and not like all the rest

slaving for some cheesy job

it’ll melt someday no matter how

much keeps him awake

with few hours before he has

got to do the same

all over again…

nearly one am

there is a group
of two or three birds
that sing beautiful
as if the sun is shining
on a wonderful summer day
just one thing
it’s after midnight
and some of us need to go to sleep
the city night comes
with all sorts of midnight noises
they blend into the night
these birds sound out tunes
in pitches that should be saved
daytime hours and I am being selfish
I have to learn to share the space
and I lie awake confused by the birds
that never sleep nearly one am…

urge to know the truth

he completely wants

to ignore obvious

fabrication and not have to

worry about the future

if they continue down

this path destruction for

corporate profit

people no longer have a voice

if it does not happen

to repeat what needs to be heard

they need to have

all the power everywhere

he wants to ignore

this and just  live his life

find his happiness

but how can he be silent

it comes out in batches

on paper and with

voice and he does

wish to ignore

the urge to know the truth…

will be from now on

won’t even turn it on

hardly care what the latest spin

is making him crazy

planes rumble overhead

cloud cover nearly a month

older now he sits

contemplating the rest of his life

here tonight sirens blare in the distance

between here and there

is always too far

he is not so much worried

but obsessively cautious

time slips into endless

tomorrows always taking

a step backward

from time to time sitting on

the curb to enjoy the sun

pieces in a puzzle causing

a refocus onto what’s important

and what is only meant to distract

the headlines read

only doom from now on

mouth pieces for the stinking rich

the oil empire what they have become

he can’t stand to believe anyone

of the millions wanting peace someday

in this lifetime or

will it be war from now on…