Monday, September 09, 2013



4:00AM



Waiting for the hum
With the window open
To the sharp night
Bright and all but empty
Nothing but the sound
Of my blinking eyes
And the soupy thoughts
Of a restless night
Sloshing in my brain
Too soon still
For the rescue
Of a better noise
Comfort amidst the chaos
Wake up trucks
And cabs and trains
Rise racket that blankets me
Ease this too sharp stillness
Loose me in your clamor
And carry me
Till sunset
And gracious wasted rest


August 29, 2007

2 Comments:

Blogger RG said...

Excellent

4:39 AM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Thank you RG.

5:29 AM  

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