Issue 4 – Kristofco2


John P. Kristofco

Sleepless

you look as empty as parentheses,
as if your soul took leave
to test some other body,
watch the sun a half a world away,
leaving on the t.v. of your dreams
to occupy the vacancy,
taunt your truths,
as you go places
you would never dare to go,

jumbled life,
like words pulled from a dish,
distracts you and your certitude,
sneaks back in at dawn;

you wrestle with the residue
as drunken soul settles in
behind your eyes and feet again
to sleepwalk you to life