8 september

sleepless night and one of the real questions is WHAT IS THE POINT - processing a haircut through dozens of reflections, some unpolished, some unseeing - the drive home enough to cry through, turning up the radio to focus on else, to fill up the empty - chasing space to replace with sunken seats and TV screens - the wait for no kind of answer - hopeful for rain - wishing into the coolquiet halfway between dishwasher and crickets - tired legs that have done no work - hurrying into space through space - chasing nothing and not being chased - nothing to dream of - shakespeare twisting through the dark in knotted sonnets