For some there will be fanfare -- 
cavalcades of
clarinets which rise up through 
all the long stemmed roses 
like so many
drips
     (pim)
          of water
                  (pim)
                        in
                           (pim)(pim)(pim)
                                          the kitchen basin.

I can't and cannot sleep.
Thoughts keep me awake (refuge from these eyes 
is hard to find)
Choppy yet endless,,,       and out of con 
trol at least my con
trol
they fall from me and at me like a brickwallpapermache 
and I cannot sleep; Please! Sleep please sleep 
please sleep thoughts sleep please thoughts please sleep 
(pim)(pim)(pim)
They keep me awake.

I do not escape in dreams
                      for d r e a m s 
are concoctions, 
and weapons against an al--
ready
      beaten
and broken will
((a shadow, pierced at the heart, hanging limp on the target)) 
I dream I am alone
and of rain.
The drops fall whether I am there or not, 
but I am, 
(pim) (pim) (pim) 
while all around:
dishes, and broken glassware, 
waiting for a hand.