"loudens" poems
Hands shaking
Mind racing
Thoughts clouded
The room loudens
I cant breathe
I cant see
Hello my names Anxiety
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
sleep hangs in the air over my head
until it bolts and breaks the steep drop
from the window down to the city below
where light swarms around the sprawl
brilliant enough to cut through the thick cover of night that settles over it at this time
argus eyes Newark as it refuses rest
turns up its nose at the inclination
struggles under the spread and smother of last phase
pearls its flare as a periapt
and loudens its whirs and sighs
from public transit and its smoking tires
as halogen headlights bleed well through highway treelines
so I'll stave off another tryst with sleep
whatever romance tossed to Jersey's smog-laden wind
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC