Sleepless nights
Walking, counting
Blood stains on the sidewalk
Psychotic, self-inflicted murmuring
Malaise filled rapid transit
Deeply risking it all
Again and again and again
So boredom won't set in
A 3:00 A.M. sunrise in Alaska
Drunken stumbling
The few remaining coins......jingling
Eating value meals
In a benzodiazepine haze
Watching my fingernails grow
Waiting for ......HER
Wasting away in the library
Reading, sleeping, drinking
Beer in the toilet
The boats keep moving in the harbor
Standing, I see the sunrise
Burning the horizon......AGAIN......
Kaua'i . 1998
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Very powerful and sad all wrapped up in one. Good job, thanks for sharing it with us.
Those sleepless nights waiting for her are pure torture...
Thanks for visiting folks.Eddie, Sounds like you've done your share of Waiting For... Her
I have enjoyed discovering your work here. It gives me faith that passions are relevant in poetry, something that I had begun to question. Looking forward to returning for more.
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