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Insomnia |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Nights here are quiet, if you can ignore the crickets. If you can’t, Natick should not be your town of choice. Unable to sleep, you’ll chain-smoke, thinking about money or schoolwork, her scent or her voice. You’ll get to know insomnia on a first-name basis. The electric bill will double before you can strike a match to light a candle. In twilight, you’ll greet strange faces, resembling yours in some way. You’ll feel detached from any sense of reality. You’ll have to stop and retrain your body to walk in the dark, aware of the landscape. Your ears will catch everything from the horn of a train, to someone’s soft breathing, to a far-away handshake. You’ll get a job at store twenty-four, across the station, drown boredom in tabloids, steal snacks from the shelf. At dawn, the analog clock will start testing your patience Sometime around noon, you’ll learn to talk to yourself. You’ll scribble poetry on the margin of some magazine, With a headline about Brittney gaining twenty pounds And it won’t take you long to see that the grass is green, And Chardonnay tastes better with no one around. Check out my poetry here: |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Hello there Master! It's good to read you again! I loved the way you meandered through this piece. I think my last 24 hours has just been summed up in your poem!  Much enjoyed this. Best wishes, /Kit |
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