poem insomnia poem by Hugh Cook of zenvirus.com

Vigil Involuntary

Insomnia's night.
Crickets gnaw at the stars.
A linoleum moon
Rolls on the sea.
I track creaking floorboards
To refrigerated light.
Milk and cold potatoes.
Fumbles day's detritus.
It's cold:
The sky is frozen to the windowpane.

Copyright © 1978, 2004 Hugh Cook

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