" SpiritofSaltSpring:BC:Canada:GulfIslands:SaltSpring:Salt Spring:

August 20, 2008

Waiting for Sleep

In the West End
stilletos running on cement
are all it can take
to crack my
dreams,
mistake
talking heads on TV
for lovers'
midnight scenes

backstage
the other side
of the wall.

A Harley's engine
first trumpet
keeps score

sirens

count raindrops
recite folklore

the clock radio grows
a neon mind of its own,
spoons with worry
packaged tightly
to fit inside quiet
at half past four.

Waiting for sleep

when you can't

freezes time.

2 comments:

Ben Anderson said...

a very vivid poem - thanks.

Much appreciated.

GM said...

Thank you Ben.
It almost makes not being able to sleep, worth it. The poem that is.