[New-Poetry] What Insomniacs Do In The Dark

[jforjames at aol.com]

What Insomniacs Do In The Dark


Unlike ghosts that easily transcend 
matter, they walk headlong into walls 
and closed doors. They read books
with absolutely blank pages or how else 
to explain that nothing is ever remembered. 
They bang around in the kitchen like bad chefs 
who can’t even make a bowl of cereal. 
They stare at clocks until the hands stop. 
They bang into one another going 
to the bathroom, and then they go back
to bed and just have a good bang 
because there’s nothing better to do when
wide awake at this hour. Afterwards 
they put headlocks on their pillows
and the moon, but none cries uncle.
In one window, all they can do 
is watch as a late last star rises,
pretends to be the pilot light 
of the whole world, without which
no new day will flash, then blaze.
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