Sleep Comes At Last

Eyes open wide

Awake

Drawing blanks

Tracing shapes in the cieling

I have been in this bed for days

Curtains drawn

Concealing

This is the dry spell

The one that hails the purging fire

Coming to consume my soul

Not consume me whole

Only the uninspired

Thoughts and actions

Addition through subtraction

Removing all that I’ve been lacking

I am dry as a bone

Soaked head to toe

Reeking of kerosene

Waiting for stray sparks and littered cigarettes

To find their purpose

Fall into the dry grass that is my thoughts

Burn the worthless

This is the dry spell

The one that hails the purging fire

Coming to consume my soul