alive at night

Written by: Frank Guglietta

the day is trivial 
the night is tranquil.
all critters crawl out
of corners in
 the dark 
	awake is being alive,
solitude is harmonious.
I woke my dog up, he stared up with
the laziest eyes, fighting to keep them
open 
like he might miss something.

all the freaks poke around 
at night 

life is ample,
even when I am

alone,

 in a room
or crowded in a bar

insomnia slithers
through your spine,
 just laying
motionless.
with a circus playing
behind the curtain, 
so deceiving to be a 
puritan

to the religion of money

just give me a couch,
...maybe a few books. 
and paper to portray 
my mind