John Murtagh

Rookie (20.04.69 / London)

Insomnia (Help! - God's Picking On Me!) - Poem by John Murtagh

Waterfall words splash tired closing mind -
eyes flicker - churning - relentless search

Conceived in frames - each passing nook
each threaded coil - my shambled knot

Soul access mad to bodies’ voice -
a vice of chains - cloaked bluff to man

No peaceway path - lest price of pain
A passage eschewed - demented - lost

Our jailor gave us - free to will -
go laugh to ours not - free in learn

Go trouble me on faith return
show stars my eye that quell my heart

Go poke me with religious zeal
most elaborate routes - contrived to one

Now mindwash my temple I'm primed for enduring
the nightly bolts of your whim -

you make me laugh - now let me sleep.

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  • Brian Jani (5/22/2014 6:18:00 PM)


    John an unusual yet fantastic poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 12, 2010


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