Night Math

For a week I lived in fear with the deep

push/pulling in away out from the

snippets of restless-hot night-sleep, with

the dark math of capricious attraction

floating its inexplicable symbology above

my pillow’s cheap cotton case, weaving in

long tangled strands in and out of my ears and

eyes and mouth and nose, a catastrophic simultaneity,

vomiting and anti-vomiting continuously,

dreaming when able of the accordion traffic

stacking back on the loop in wave after recurring

wave, viewed from a high up tinted brown window.

--RFRY, 09 Sept 06