Wednesday, August 28, 2013

tanka sequence

Insomnia –tanka sequence


can I fix my eyes
on the flight of birds
for answers,
or draw closer by melting
with languor

are my walls
under siege from
smaller men
who call themselves
heroes

insomnia—
in the throes of a nervous
breakdown,
the stirrings of a bird
trapped indoors

then I found Omar,
king of all comforts—
for eight years
together we rambled

where larks sang

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