Restless Nights, Restless Pen

lichen heart, of mossy bones, kerosene humors in burning veins; this anxiety in the night; like walking wounded, needle toe, jumping at the squeal; ink well vertigo, dark in the blacklight; random is a thought, careless is the impulse, closet full of negligent whim, soul on the rim of a colder pool; shroud stains on old linen, warmed by a dying sun; alluvial void, rancid with a forgotten carcass, standfast in heavy air, chained in the lowest gaol; stepping flatfooted in a strangler's garden, held parchment crumbles as old leather, words words words, flowing freely, associated with nothing, powdered creation, mad quinine for malaise, tonic for a weirding way; brief midnight interlude, for a panic stricken insomniac, howling at the sally port, a last kiss goodnight, as Morpheus turns away.