I do not sleep;
I hear house
toss and turn it’s weary
bones of wood and linoleum
scrape of tree limbs
tickling shingles; dancing
with wind
whoops from party palace
crackle of their fire pit; crinkle of
their beer bottle labels sweating
low moan of firehouse siren
scrambling sleepy volunteers
into the night
lonesome whistle of commuter train
shuffling the undead from city
to bed
puffs of your sleep breathing
as you turn away
click over of digital alarm clock
marking another half hour spent
listening, lost in summer darkness’ symphony
insect confessions of katy did it; tuning of off-key cricket violins
munch of slug before deadly slurp of beer
artificial water falling; swish of insomniac koi
perchance, do fish dream in technicolour?
I dream in chunks of night soundtracks
projected surreal movies of my cracked brain
against street-light shadowed wall
© Lorraine
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September 5, 2017 at 12:21 pm
insect confessions of katy did it; tuning of off-key cricket violins
munch of slug before deadly slurp of beer
ahhhh …. this is wonderful – I love how you’ve worked this – the clipped cadence (yes, yes I know words can be hard to find some days, but this works for the piece – you know, as the mind is counting off with that staccato beat waiting for sleep) – but it’s the clever descriptions – the way your mind picks and chooses words, they tell the story ….. strings that in their simplicity, speak absolute volumes — it’s the details – all in the details — and you know how to pull it …. there is a great (not if one is trying to sleep mind) feeling of waiting, listening, noting in passing, and yes, a sense of loneliness too –
Great job Lorraine – thank you for playing the Sunday Writing prompt – and yeah, you didn’t link – ping? Either way, it’s okay – no one says you have to if you don’t feel like, but I’m glad I caught it in my reader :)
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September 5, 2017 at 3:36 am
Very good Lorraine, I did like this line: “I dream in chunks of night soundtracks”
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