drudgery for some hours in bed
I can not sleep in any way, quilts
havoc assiduously corrupted by endless useless thoughts .
Residents upset growl:
the boy down with heroin,
"the fault is yours," "no, it's all yours ..." Meanwhile
I can not sleep.
soaked in the district echo
the sharp effects of the police, arson
brightens up the filthy sidewalks of the city. Elderly survivors
landings on isolated
anchored to a condition of forced
alcoholics disjointed uncompromising
angry toast to the moon pale. Women come home
coarse stricken
scattering untamed unknown accents,
sob, rant, they do not know,
I'm sorry but I can not sleep.
Anguish, pain, meraviaglia,
love, superstition, and boredom,
images muddy, sometimes brilliant
basis for clear thinking.
had to suppress them, just born,
were choking, just born, had to stop me from breathing
not live for this.
certainly was enough to nurse, did not require a
chief midwife, newborn
had to suppress them and I just wanted to just sleep ...
had to suppress them, just born,
were choking, just born, had to stop me from breathing
not live for this.
certainly was enough to nurse, did not require a
chief midwife, newborn
had to suppress them and I just wanted to just sleep ...
Vincent M. D'Ascanio, unpublished, 2010.
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