Nights

Home from work at midnight.

A street dog announces his drill.

I could shut his limericks off

Anytime with my prude stick.

He would not revolt.

My wife prepares a solution of ginger insomnia

And sleeps off.

Again, I am alone.

Nights expand like an acronym in my mind.

Light bugs watch me watching them.

A lizard shows itself out

From behind the fridge magnets.

It is isolated there during the day.

There are no cockroaches here but sounds

Familiar to their-talking, rodents mating,

Squirrel churring. I close the doors,

Turn off the lights and its all peaceful for a while.

But I cannot find a switch to turn off the past

Repeating and whining in my head.

Repeating and whining in my head.

Repeating and whining in my head.