Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


neath these orange skies
the buildings lie
in a city of insomniacs

the glow of a thousand lights
upon the clouds of night
and this electric city cracks

sirens song echoes off unforgiving walls
and healers answer the incessant call
shock to bring the sleeper back

i stand outside in the crackling din
feel this city’s surge within
then i pull my plug from its jack

to sleep
counting electric sheep
a flatliner among insomniacs

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