America’s insomnia …

this need of doing something…

flighty fidgeting fucking…enough…

television…telephone…texting…talking to strangers in Bangladesh…anything but poetry…

meditation is needed…locked away in solace…kept apart…from them and this and these and they.. and…and…now i lay thee down to…

noise…it never goes away…i sleep to the serenade of gunshots…old Leonard Cohen songs…boys-n- girls up and down the block play midnight games of tag…you’re it….Hallelujah…Hallelujah…Hallelujah…

let’s rest our bones…put our souls in slumber…while America’s insomnia continues into  morn…

shhhh…stop twitching…shaking…talking…too much…too…too…much…

here’s a buck… now…go away…

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