in-somnia

 

up all night  

jerked by dreams and strings

a paper (less) migrant

in all directions

a home (less) son

for loving men

an hombre with an accent

about to speak

a cannibal rodent cat

eating you out

from an invisible country

of saturated mestizo flavors

dancing, seen and heard

during sleep (less) nights

never here - never there

not one of us (but neither one of them)

always on the verge

set to scream and numb

their piercing voice 

franchising pain

in an echoing room

of blacks and whites

i search a mirror

i hold mud

i find color

             

               again 'n again

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i can’t sleep