The cockroaches

i know, Your were too busy,
picking out cockroaches in your mind

And sweeping all the spider webs,


off the corner of your eye

silently
the cockroaches walked, leaving
a dirty trail on the ceiling,
and clothes moths with dirty wings
spread their dust,
over your closed eyes


do you sleep awake, jaded,

in a bed of no tomorrows?

i 
Slept awake, watchful
of neither yesterday, now,
or tomorrow,

chasing cockroaches
behind all the units