# Another Untitled Poem

Author: Dwale
Tags: Poetry, untitled

This one's been knocking around my head for a while. Finally wrote it.

Summer, season of hot insomnia,  
That much never seems to change at all.  
Laying awake in the red desert night,  
I shape woods from shadow and wait for fall.  
  
Ten years now gone, and who thought I would miss  
The songs of crickets, owls and katydids?  
Back then, I would have gathered a hammer,  
Smashed them flat as Pinocchio's conscience.  
  
Testing palisades of clocks and yardsticks,  
No advent waits for the restive dreamer.  
I bandage my tattered, bitten hand and  
Turn the smoke rings on my cloven finger.

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