nevermind…

Night Poem

The breath from her nose
sounds like a windtunnel
in my ear
and uncle blair’s
snoring
in the next
room as I stare
at the stars through
the roof
skylight

Been lying so still
in the dark
thinking in
circles like jogging
around the block
around the block and
around the block
again
listening to her
windtunnel nose
pressed against
my ear, snoring from
the next room
and watching the
stars through the little
roof skylight thinking in
circles
like jogging
around the block
around the block and
around the block again
trying to wind my tired mind
down
so I can get
some rest but
I just can’t
stop

I haven’t written
a poem
in months and
why should I?
The stars will still
be there
tommorrow

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