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Insomnia



Tonight I eat of the moon,

and stumble broken towards dawn

through rotting railway yards

along wrecked summer beaches

rattling the dark winter night

while rivers of black ink

pour streaming from my eyes

and in the morning light

Still burning the ceiling

a bare light bulb hangs itself

over my barebody and

my tired notebook lies

ink stained from crawling

around in blue dumpsters.