Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

December In Mexico

It’s mid-winter here in Quintana-Roo
Tonight the rain has come
It is not unusual 
But the tourists are not happy
I am here to write and sleep
Mostly to sleep
The rain upon the thick leaves of the jungle
Sound like small drops of blood
Hitting my boots
Memories of Asian nights
As I sleep those drops 
Bring back the dead
And I wake.
And then I write.
These are not good stories
They are nightmares 
They are things I wish to forget
I write them and then I try to sleep again
Ambien the devils aspirin
Keeps me asleep until
Reality comes back
The jungle never sleeps
It holds on to dreams
And men.

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Kathryn Collins January 12, 2014 at 11:12 AM I hear screeching exotic birds. As always your work touches the soul not just in content, but with a style (I hate that word) let's say in the unmistakable Kilmerian brilliance. Hang in. Stephen Kilmer January 12, 2014 at 2:17 PM Thanks Kathy. Let's try and not use the word hang. Somehow i see myself dangling shoeless and alone. :) ~Kilmer

Laura Breidenthal January 5, 2014 at 8:45 PM Vivid expressions in these lines. Interesting work, as usual my friend. Thanks for caring! Always, Laura Stephen Kilmer January 5, 2014 at 8:53 PM Always here for you my sister. ~Kilmer

Karen Anglesey December 17, 2013 at 9:14 PM You are becoming a master of the perfect last line to finish a masterpiece. Love this piece of art just like all of your work. Wishing you a joyous season and many to come ~K Stephen Kilmer December 18, 2013 at 7:59 AM Thanks Karen. I appreciate your kind words. I am currently in Mexico and was inspired by a very rainy day in the jungle. I hope you have a joyous season as well and a very Happy New Year. ~Kilmer