Serpent Of Taillights

The line of traffic

This morning

Looks like

A serpent of taillights

Flowing like a Boa

On the shoulders

Of

Candy Darling

Or

A mink

Wrapped around Vivien Leigh 

Winding and twisting

Its way toward

Yet

Another day!

Some days are better

Than others

And

Some days

By all means

Are worse!

Yesterday was a day

I caught up on sleep

As a writer

A poet

You need these days

You have to step

Into dreamland

And

If only for a moment

Not hear the sink dripping

The phone ringing

The door knocking

No TV

No one walking past your home

Talking on their phone

You see

The writer takes it all in

Whether or not

They want to

We can’t just turn that shit off

Block it out

We hear

We see

We absorb

The world around us

And

It’s exhausting

At times

But

It’s who we are!

So

Sleep becomes

Our best friend

Waiting to walk

Hand in hand

Into the darkness

Resetting our thoughts

So we can awake

And

Write once more!

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave