Insomnia
We walked together
through valleys of void,
returning with a cache
of meaningless words
laid end on end, ad infinitum
between leathered armfuls
of nothing.A cloudless sky
of never-ending blue,
greyed, turned black.Night gave blind reason
to hugs of default,
sweated,
despairing hands,
grasping naked
their own shoulders.
lonely shepherd
The feeble written wit
taps through the fog
with an old man's cane,
while the pompous elegant verse
strides briskly past,
seeking reality
at the sidewalk's end.... Silently surveying
his gutter world,
the street urchin humbly wonders
at the tense waves
such efforts bring the night.
