Insomnia

the morning is tequila-sunrise orange

but the dusk takes on the day

straight no chaser spins

light liquid gold into starlight into

poems the dusk 



is a writer like me I 

take my mental illness

dry 



maybe a little bit of my childhood

for color 



I always say I love you too quickly shock

the starlight into repression drown

in liquor in depression in

purgatory until

the haze recedes 



and sobriety filters in slowly like

light through blinds that weren’t 

shut until four in the morning 

One thought on “Insomnia

  1. I like this.

    It took a little effort to get past the early “tequila-sunrise” cliche.

    After that, it’s incisive.

    Especially “sobriety filters in slowly like

    light through blinds that weren’t

    shut until four in the morning”

    That’s a rich image drawn in bold, spare, confident lines.

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