The Sleepwalk

A Poem

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

I don’t notice much
and even the clamour of words
a rolling mountain of recycled cans
becomes meaningless
left in the
distance so quickly and unable
to scar anything
doesn’t wake me up
won’t startle
any key revelations out of the skin now
Well, I’m not dreaming
I think I checked on that
The collage of bruises that
I can’t account for in the morning
numbering themselves
up to some hundreds
I don’t pretend
that I can…




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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas