indolence and pork rinds

9 Jan

sometimes i connect them to the insomnia.
it’s a savage form of intellectual idling
brought on by tangential issues and worry.
and as i sit at the machine at this early hour
with a thimble of cold whisky
there is an avalanche of books in the adjacent room.
words slide off the pages and mix in a cauldron of paste
and death.
i’ve freed the monsters from the trees;
i’ve plucked a seraphim from the celestial hierarchy
of phantoms and myth.
what order are you from?
archangels, principalities, dominion, thrones, cherubim…
he doesn’t answer.
it’s all a ruse to keep me up.
i try again to lie down
and give up finally.
i turn on lights. start the coffee machine.
open books.
close them.
stand. sit.
and stand again.
thirty-five feet up
an agitated man is suffering.
i see him through a frosty window
across the parking lot.
he puts his lips on glass and blows.
and leaves a print from body heat
which fades away;
it’s wiped by fog and chill.
the factory across the river blows
end of third shift.
morning is broken.


4 Responses to “indolence and pork rinds”

  1. Janet 09/01/2009 at 6:15 PM #

    This was wonderful. Deja vous… sleepless nights that felt unreal and as awkward as your dreams, but your mind still won’t let you sleep. Awesome.

  2. (S)wine 09/01/2009 at 7:15 PM #

    Cool and the Gang. Thanks. Glad to know other people are as tortured as I am. Shine on you crazy diamonds.

  3. Slyboots 12/01/2009 at 11:23 AM #

    Was up at 2:30 this morning…should’ve gone online and read this- would’ve felt better about all that. Instead I stayed there and got pissed off. Because that really helps.

  4. jason kenny 17/01/2009 at 2:54 AM #

    put some bird feed/ wildlife feeds outside your garden.

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