Home Thoughts

Time buzzes in the ear. Somewhere

nearby, beyond my peripheral

vision, an insect throbs its heartsong

to the couch. A twilleter fuzzes

against a burning lamp. Outdoors,

a common goatsucker strings twelve

yellow streetlights on its bill. Between

its hoarse shrieks, the town sky drops pieces

of clum among my snoring neighbors.

II close my eyes, a crack along

the wall comes sliving my lids to

split the mind's dry sight. Look inward: a

plaster skull sifts dust down upon old

webs which hang, buzzing, as darkness moves

ruthlessly to feast on something

small and hollow with blind, jewelled eyes.