poetry comes to me
in the middle of the night
insomnia's rant
rages through my head
with no meter
nor rhyme
and barely any cohesion
a barrage of half thoughts
delusional truths
running rampant in my head
crashing against each other
& careening off
in an improvisational dance of
madness
before they can manage
to connect into something
solid
meaningful
and so it goes.
© November 2008
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