I wake in the night
messages from strangers
stick like cobwebs on my pillow;
moth flutters around my head
I panic
Outside the dawn
barricades the moon
seagulls blare dissonant cries
that tear my ears
ripping pieces of sleep
You’re searching for
a pound of flesh
a place to hang your soul
dislodge your debris
like flotsam and jetsam.
I wake in the night
room disgorges me
I’m simply passing through
fog fields of your mind
where you claw and suck
at primal sustenance