insomnia:

Opening a tin

of peach halves in sweet syrup

(net weight 14 Oz).

I’m waiting for the holocaust

with eyes dilated.

Staring through the window

these myriad stars

I’ve so laboriously counted,

as the TV strobes the room

bathing the walls in neon blue

and telegraphing more bland news

at 3 O clock

in a lost and fragmented morning.

U.V.Ray

29th June 2007