Cures For Insomnia

Night unending and rain spearing
The pavements I turn sleepless
Imagining each watery shaft
An echo of the world's
Unending troubles, the pallor
Of starving skin, the gray feet
Of refugees navigating bone dry roads
The cry of the prisoner
The arching emptiness of
Loved ones washed away
In memory's red water.

I put on an old noir mystery
And soothe myself to sleep
With a focused, specific evil
A gunman in a seedy room
A detective shouldering the burdens
Of the last honest man
A beauty in a sports car
The engine running smoothly
Aimed at the border of resolution.