strap of night, the goulash
of darkness...
—Joseph Ceravolo
Insomnia now.
Each mean word
rings hollow,
echoes in my
head, never
stops ringing,
echoing.
No more
dance dance.
No more all
is well with
the world.
More apoc-
alyptic,
meaning
when will
it end, the
world, this
pain, this
need, this
senseless-
ness. This
senseless
apartment.
