Saturday, February 20, 2010

Wee Hours

Listless
Ears ringing
Eyes straining
In the dark
To see
meanings

Clanging noise
Keeps mind alert
Heart quieted by words
From an old manuscript
For life.

A writer Thinks
Feels
Lives
In a self-made
Closet
He wonders
What lies dusty
On bookshelves
In Cupboards
Keychains
Dried leaves
Soiled sheets
Bedsores
Furuncles
Dead ants
Beating hearts

And seeks to find
Letters
syllables
Sounds
to paint
Visions
Images
Of life.