a poem before sleep
 
two in the morning
and i am trying to write a poem
maybe this will work
maybe not
but i am writing
 
while my eyelids are moist
with sex
i am writing  
while my heart beats
against the night
i am writing
while a cockroach
crawls on my back
i am writing. . .
 
i write about alarm clocks,
cars, and garages
about snakes lizards
and the morning flower
 
about traffic,
smogs, and cancer
about politics, war
and the women between them
about the American dream
and the human heart. . .
 
i write
to seek and define myself
between the space of things

 Written by Bunkong Tuon 2/4/98


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