"A Lack of Sleep"

A big city visit,
Humanity in
Slums
And a meal from
The bowl of God,
But where, oh God,
Is the flavor?

Salt and pepper
Are medicines for
A vineyard,
But the vines are
Green and yellow,
A sickly
Green and yellow,

So erase the moth and mingle
For a chance, absorb
“Love Wins.”
Picasso paints
Your portrait
And Bierce notates
Your words.

Do not hide
Your keychain
And do not feel
Disgrace,
For this decrepit
House can’t lock away
Your story or your face.