Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Notes on Receipts


Goodnight moon, you
great white buffoon.
Would that you would loom
over someone else's sleepless nights.

Insomnia has ruined my first
and purest love. Because
when you're awake through it all,
the darkness and it's stars can't help
but lose their romance.

The evening's bright jewels hang,
like daggers of Damocles. Taunting
those whose minds can't seem
to leave the day behind.

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