I feel like a slug
searching for something
wet and cold
to cling to, a post
of black metal
sweating
in the heat of the night. Continue reading
insomnia
Awake
Insomnia
The tide is rising.
Too much moonshine
and firecrackers. Too many
sirens and helicopters. Too much
coughing, Facebook and Instagram.
The feeble sweeping of dust devils. A cat
in heat. A cat on my chest. Thirst
for water, lime and tequila
on a weekday
with loneliness wrapped around me
instead of you, My Love
instead of you.
Richard Rensberry, Author at Quick Turtle Books®
