Troubled
man
What
will it cost to buy sleep
from
the untroubled man
with
his twinkling bag
lately
imported from somewhere
probably
deep Afghanistan
what
will it cost
to
be given the cure
to
everything in consciousness
all
that dwelleth in sin
consoling
all that ails you
what
will it take to counteract
these
open eyes
and
these arms glowing out so red
what
will give me antidote
that
will bring me to bed
I
ache like seagulls’ caws
and
I will break
come
sundown
what
else do I have to consume
the
sleepless power of wine
the
gasp of nicotine
another
line
before
nine
the
gulls retire at dawn
how
can I follow them down?
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