Insomnia Activities Poem by Steven Adelman

Well the books open
the clock comes running in
One white dusty moth wakens; attached to the sidewall
He takes flight across the room unknown to my soft intentions
& landing quietly with in the shadow an of 8 inch buddha statue
he observes for a future journey.

RAINCLOUDS
PENETRATE
OMINOUSLY
EASE
UNWHOLE
BEINGS
UNDER SKY

WANDERING
ROADS
COUNTLESS
WORDS
POWER
HIGH TIDE

EARTH
QUAKES
BASS
SHAKES

FISTING FINE TUNES
CLASSICAl INTERPRETATION

WE MUSTN'T IGNORE THE MUSE

spider on the wall
s i l e n c e
in the hall
Diving into the Fall


The Darkness surrounds
and bites down
when my eyes close

Words die as they leave my throat
425am