Sleepless

I can’t sleep, falling
into euphoric hurts — awake,
running from and to love,
hitting solid, transparent walls.
I tumble into potholes, defining blight.

I no longer feel time. Friends linger at every underpass;
breakfast awaits at railcar diners. I wish for reality to stop,
hiding my bloodshot eyes — pools overflow as heroes wash ashore,
losing every game to stay in the race.