The Insomniac’s Kitchen


A lone wicker stool intricately cuts in half
the hardened kitchen,softened, by oaken branches
hoarding moonlight, preventing the crystal clear
cups from revealing the faint smudges
left on his face as his breath slowly
fogs a curved reflection, the cabinets creak
and slowly splinter, chipping in disproportionate
patterns connectable only through the dots
of wormhole marks left under their natural stain,
marble counters hide droplets of spilled milk
in creamy camouflage until they overflow their
self created edges with the unbounded salty
abandon of another sleepless night.

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8 thoughts on “The Insomniac’s Kitchen

  1. I truly enjoyed the way you paint your words in thick, colorful stokes…for me it was almost like looking at an actual painting… you conceptualize your art through your words…not many people can do that. Good job!

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