Campsite Insomnia

In the dead of night, when everyone’s asleep
A gangly silhouette looms from the bathroom hall
With a shaking leg, a restless mind
Living inside a cigarette dream

On the dead grass frost, cancer butts lie
A crackhead is the night’s rooster
Stirring the twinkling starlights
Who witness nothing but the future

The trench coat figure stalks the gravel path
On a murky cold spring, in the early hours
Gazing at the tents, so peaceful and still
Insomnia stokes envy & glowers

On the dead grass frost, cancer butts lie
A crackhead is the night’s rooster
Stirring the twinkling starlights
Who witness nothing but the future

The Brunton needle divines the way
To the northern tent, the insomniac went
Peeking inside while the cicadas outside
Silent they went

A grasshopper startles with a flap of wings
What could have been a red-soaked scene
A nightmare of nameless facts…and
Proportions, the murderer…just
Found the L&Ms
Leaving the dream

On the dead grass frost, cancer butts lie
A crackhead is the night’s rooster
Stirring the twinkling starlights
Who witness nothing but the future