Michael Cluff- A Poem

Mental Playback

The man in the brightly striped tie
played with me
wrongly....

only with my state of mind
calling me
bastard
lazy
not the seed
of his loins

then

in the dream
he was gone
not to return

until
the next or the next or
the next night
when mental playback
kicked in again and again and
again

Insomnia
would be a joyous welcome
confection
to taste of
forever
or until the darkness
finally goes away

to stay.