this ersatz calm

of an eve ended
too early to elide
my endeavors &
some easy sleep

so tits up it's time
to tangle with that
dread expanse of
demons between

this screen & my
dark ceiling or more

twixt today's untaxed
untested brain & a good
night's sleep again

assumption a
hebetate habit

& i wedge my words
in a wheech to fill
half-full mouths

too glaikit gibbous
to wager such waits
of my impatience

o new slew of snow
most unbeckoning blanket
thin, mean, & cold-toed

stoss side of sunrise
calculating snooze taps from
blankets disinterred

am i any-
thing other
than hands

which hold them
up to them
to chase them

-self across a
plain plot of page
on little letter feet