8/14/2019 Footprints Crease the Night

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Footprints Crease the Night

Ive dog-eared a page in a book still unread

And resisted more embrace of vast, empty bed.

Car lights flicker, clearing shadows on wall

While a drooping fan stirs air hardly at all.

Deeply past midnight, hours calling hours to go;

The clock lacks a chime, numbers change slow.

An acid taste of coffee drunk long hours before;

I keep adding footprints to the living room floor.

Maybe watch another movie or a tape in my head;

Perhaps an old memory, wishing for new instead.

I tear for a song that would caress my spirit

And the will, the strength to rise and hear it.

Tears dropping slowly; for what do I cry?For sadness? For pain? For the time to die?

A cigarette pack lies empty on the floor.

I want another; no, no not anymore.

I need the sunrise, a better beginning;

Black swept away, a faith that I'm winning.

Sheets are rumpled, slick with my sweat;

One pillow crumpled, one unwrinkled as yet.The quilt swoons half draping, half in a ball.

The night light glows dimly down the hall;

Empty soda cans crazily capsuling the phone;

Too late for someone; night cloaked in alone.

Lonely stereo whispers crease the still air..

Eyes open.. eyes closed, I cease to even care.

Thoughts ever like sparklers at fourth of July

Just connecting dots of when, where and why.