2 Poems
Insomnia 1: The Ceiling is Dripping
tuft of water in middle/of air I’m holding/
you too close now be alive/
with orange/ with street lamps
and reversed/tarot cards constant failing/
falling/ how language/ what
metaphor how /failure what
feels nothing to be/ alone and lonely/
What feels nothing/ to be lonely
and alone/restate/restate again
until the fevers listen /I want
to talk in/loud whispers/I want
to sing to the morning tea/
Come inside/come
inside/pray to pray
tell the whole/in the pocket
is leaking pennies/and someone is/
following/me home/smoke drift snow
plows scrape/dry streets/hear
themselves talk/ karaoke of metal
and asphalt/human condition of/
secret/shhhhh/no
the tiredness/doesn’t go away/
dissipation into/watching
the moon wane through the window/
with binoculars who needs/glasses/a pickpocket
in the Paris subway pierced/ eyes not brows/
Divination is bullshit/
until it isn’t//
I love you, goodnight.
Self
Slef
Sefl
Sfel
Slfe
Sfle