EPILOGY

she is alone
and
I am alone
the night
is a voice
that never speaks
the waters of the moon
separates us
we were
together
alone
on long highway nights
and yet
the waters of the moon
separated us

Sleepless

the city

unrolls

in

my cobbled dreams

rubbing

at the

fraying edge of

my sleep

the dead

die

in

it

talking

in circles

of a nameless

you

and there is

a tree

probably

my finger

the beggar

has my eyes

in the

muted

footsteps

of headaches

long forgotten

dogyears

ago

oh

how

I long

to go away

in

the

sleepless

reveries

of

cold

concrete

time.

EARTHLIGHT

the glistening greyness,

in your sky

a pale blue moon ,

no one shall walk

an entire world,

nothing moves

but silence

wounded by

nothing

for no reason

at all .

my morning dew sleeps
somewhere in a grey city
and inside her I am still without sleep

speak/breathe

it's time.