Monday, January 25, 2010
Poem: Insomnia After the Conversation
I wrote this poem about thirteen years ago for a graduate poetry class I was taking at Rutgers in Camden. The poetry professor made the commment that the poem, particularly the last line, was reminiscent of Sappho Sappho: A New Translation.
Insomnia After the Conversation
This is whole,
right here, right now.
Kill me then. I can't breathe
with the night bearing down
and down, giving birth to nothing
I know. Pain now, wisdom later.
f that. I've only got one here,
one now. The grand lie:
I breathe, eat, sleep. I can survive.
Make all the whiteness disapper; I can't take this
Your voice. You convinced me no one is real.
Good job. now I believe in death, in loss, in change.
I hate you, or what I've made of you, full of messages.
Damn. Where's the source? Where's the all?
My pillow is flat. The blankets twisted.
The moon is too bright. I can't sleep.