Undisturbed - Kashmir

I’m so tired

It feels like my head has been fried

You don’t have to ask for the night

Hanging under my eyes

All I need

Is a blanket to cover my feet

And a touchdown lit up and wide

Enough for me to descend upon

Undisturbed

The evening is undisturbed

Free from words

Of those who necessarily

Had to honk horns

At the freeway ghost

Who has no place left

But the vacuum of everyone’s thrift

And the sounds of an anxious world

Who’ll never make it on time

Time

In this home

There is solitude by telephones

Of fifteen different take away menues

I slabber on

Undisturbed

The evenings are undisturbed

Free from words of those who

Necessarily had to speak up

When the lights were off and all

«Notrihgtnow"signs called the sounds to stop