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Insomnia in a Sleepy City

May 1, 2018

Still night with streets abandoned

immerses me into my own world

on my downtown walks.

 

Khakis and shirt

Proclaim, I drink and I know things.

Except that the Mohawk doesn’t serve past one.

The strip mall lights are as dead as the air

and swallow the parking lot in a pitch black

paved field.

 

The only “hot spot” is McDonald’s.

Heart disease, instead of cirrhosis,

That is, until the gas station seems appealing

with piss-cheap coffee that enables my sleepless walks.

 

But in the silent streets, a surreal world

I create in my head holds into a reality;

and then a car bolts through and shatters the scene.

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