AM and kerosene

1 The small room finally mine,
Rustic yet functional, like insight,
With a nose and mouth
Not expecting the fantastic -
No, not in my teens when with AM and kerosene,
Or the simple verse, penned by saints
Yet hot muggy nights were loud
With static and crickets.
Midnights' chosen friend awaiting the arrival
Until regulated breathing, nose and mouth,
Will be confined to ruminate subconcious
Ambitions; or be entranced by
Copious entities until the screaming subsides.

2 ...elides an immaculate twilight rumination
(a wet-weeping park bench,
a stuttered lamplight halo)
the crickets spasming
in a plasticene crescendo--
the suburbs awake,
dawn's wake attending to the broken chicadas,
and each greyman emerging,
halfdead
from a sleepless dream
of dreamless sleep
3 ...elides an immaculate twilight rumination
(a wet-weeping park bench,
a stuttered lamplight halo)
the crickets spasming
in a plasticene crescendo--
the suburbs awake,
dawn's wake attending to the broken chicadas,
and each greyman emerging,
halfdead
from a sleepless dream
of dreamless sleep