David Sprehe

David Sprehe

 

1:26 a.m.

The walls close in

Brain shutting down

In an attempt

To put it off until tomorrow

In my guts

I feel the IT

Whatever it is

Will win out

But lucky for me

At the bottom of that

Sludge blackened

Pit

There is a laughter

At times so defiant and insane

I fear it

It appears in my dreams

Throwing an arm around my shoulders

Pulling me in close

So it can whisper another joke into my ears

 

David Sprehe

 

A long drive ahead

Blue cigarette smoke

Dancing stop and go

Out the cracked window

Foam cup full of Diet Cola in the holder

One of Bach’s

Playing through the radio speakers.

Heaven.

A fool’s heaven.

A fool’s heaven indeed.

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