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Friday, May 18, 2012

A late night movie


A niggling something
burrows relentless
through the blanket of sleep
wakes me up

I search the crevices of my mind
for clues
for thoughts, put aside,
feelings, unfelt, unexplored

They flicker and crackle
like a B-grade movie
with disjointed parts
and a bad ending

I toss and tumble
through the unexpected twists
until sleep rescues me
from the debris of my past

I know they wait
for an encore
weaving another movie
for another night