Insomnia

the ghosts come sideways

diagonal

vertical

forwards

backwards

and up from the floorboards

angry fellows

one holds a clock

the other a ring

one a set of keys

two are cradling a marble coffin

and one has my face on a pole

my heart wedged in my mouth

that's a new one, I think to myself

normally he just laughs at me

Christ, don't tell me he's running out of

ideas, too.