INSOMNIA

Sleep not,
a lot,
each night,
out of sight,
alone,
writing this poem.

SLEEPLESS IN KILBURN

As I lay here & write,
I reflect & I hope
that I might just get
some sleep before morn.

 

HOLLOW FRIEND

Oh toothache,
oh earache,
oh nightmare,
what terrible bedfellows you make,
why don't you care?

 

ALEPPO

I grew up & war was bad,
today I wake & feel sad,
kids, pets, birds, all dead
& none will be heard.