It is so hot, that I can’t sleep.
I just sit silently sweating.
Till my gross oily skin
Forces me to take
My third or fourth
Shower of the day.

I can’t sleep
But laying in the darkness
Through my partially open door
Someone is passed out
With someone they love
Sleeping on my living room floor

I can’t sleep
So I write what I do not want to keep
Locked up in this hot head
Not impatient or violent
Almost feverish
With summer’s sweltering abuse

I can’t sleep
Because I do not trust
These people I know
Sleeping just beyond
This wooden door
If I opened it more
I am sure it would not be bad
The air is on
But the troubled part
Of my reptile mind
Does not want to risk
Any vulnerability

I can’t sleep
And this is bothering me
My own burden
My own proclivity
To endanger my sanity
Because
Because
Because
**** I don’t know why
I just can’t sleep

I have revised love letters
to contend with the headers
to change always and forever
to thanks for the effort.

© Matthew Harlovic

I cannot fly
I cannot soar
But across the concrete caves
I can roar
Through the oceans
I cannot glide
Trapped on land
I can cross the divide
As a tree I'll not grow
Impervious to time and its pain
But I can lay the roots
To keep me from the insane
Like the wind that whips
A formidable force
The sun and rain
Who follow their own course
I try to be
Like them free
But I cannot fly
I cannot soar
If only for myself though
I can be so much more

I'm just a misfit.
I just don't fit in.
I'm just a outcast.
I'm just missing my past.

Skinny body
Thin fingers
Sitting on a little stool
Working all day
Weaving all night
Until he ran
All the way to America
The fight wasn't done yet
Rode back to Pakistan
Spoke one last time
Before he was shot
A resounding gun shot
Killing a boy
Trying to save other
Skinny bodies
That had to weave
With thin fingers