sedate 
drams dript in ductal work 
forced to come out where they don't belong 
staining the untreated woods:
cedar bearing witness 
drained languid 
and hollow 
in the vacuum of a needle. 

months pass like days
 the same as hours the same as 
bedsores

tho as sweet as sleep may be 
ive never been more tired 
static hanging beneath my eyes 
in long and loping waves
(90.9, music to drive by
drive thru and find rest 
at idle devil's hours) 

Here, I stave off the futility of sleep 
and the punity 
of waking life.

Here, I meet the crests of waves, miles before their break 
offering knowing glances in passing 
as we race to the shore of mornings.