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.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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