Since I am awake

While trying to kill insomnia:


I took a shot of gin before bed...
reconciled my past

like a cicada against a fluorescent streetlight,
i accepted my nuances

ah, failures come, they go
the sailor
took red's morning as delight

my father would remind me of those sailors,
as if to say "stay with your instincts."

when looking back
people who grow old,
and you were lucky enough to look up to,
always sound that way
questionable
significance,

i took a shot of gin tonight
murmured loud and clear
in my brain
solitude's got sun
my sun

my words of wisdom are vague
my streetlight's limelight fades
i'll never be home