Last night

~ Justin Morgan

Last night, I could not sleep.

so I took two Ambien in search of transient                                                                                                             dreams which still evaded me.

Entrenched near the benches
in the park.

The stars are not all visible.

I paid attention to the havest moon.

Garbage is to one man what it is not to another.

The woman swooned in front of the barber.

It was the sight of blood that made him think of the greater good.

One face outweighed.

Tighten the laces, we’re still not out of the harbor,                                                                                                         not yet I wanna hear something that will lighten                                                                                                         the mood.

How many thoughts for a penny?

How many are understood?