untitled
i had a good nap today.
the kind where you don’t dream
and you don’t move
and you wake up confused
because the daytime swapped itself out
for the night.
dark doesn’t really come quiet
to the country.
crickets and whippoorwills are waking up too.
coyotes wail instead of sirens.
i can hear things moving under moonlight
and i doubt i’ll have peace before sunrise.
even the stars are loud.
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Even the stars are loud.
Adding that to my collection of lines I wish I had written.
its all hipster-kale for now, but the country is out to kill us!
I second Black Sunshine.
even the stars are loud.
this poem is boss.
Yes, “even the stars are loud.” Yes.