These god-like stones
These god-like stones will end with time,
ruined and lost among progress’ monoliths.
My hair tunnels into my ear as I
light matches in the frozen wind.
Ground is hard to till with rocks
animals and specters now call home.
I search for morsels on withered plants
sprouting from concrete catacombs:
the midnight hunger of the prosperous,
waking from pillows of down to go downstairs
searching for more than food.
Sheets chastely seduce
Light fades as unconsciousness fondles me with cotton veils.
Sheets chastely seduce like gentle hugs from loved ones.
Succumbing to slumber’s sweet whisper after uneasy days?all days,
my conscious idols the conscious: the ability not to be idle,
sleep seeps through my sockets soaking my muscle’s soars,
selflessness battles sleepiness and its onslaught of night,
Smelling myself in self-sopping pillows, I squint,
knowing I must surrender to the shadows to be any use
when the sun overcomes and morn seeps through my shades.