BK Barnes · May 5, 2012
Insomniac[s] Rant[ing] (with Brook Ilges)

My sleeping mind cannot contain
                                                       {the horrid images of waking life}

All that my waking mind soaks up
                                                        {spo­nging filth from gutted city streets}

Dreams turning into lucid experiences
                                                             ­ {the hypnotic effect of being drawn closer to a blade}

All colors, sensations too intense to categorize
                                                             ­             {molded into a colony of unthinking, unearthing drones}

Wind down inside of me
                                        {boiling tornadoes raging from the depths}

Concentrated awareness of my subconscious obliviousness
                                                             ­                                   {the benefits of obsidian isolation}

I wish that I could weave them all together
                                                             ­        {the stitches at the seams are wearing thin}

Like tall grasses woven into baskets
                                                          {l­ike scythed grasses cut down by rampant Monsanto}

Strong, unbreakable, able to withstand the heavy weight
                                                             ­                                {pressure baring down on fracturing ribs and shoulders}



                                                             ­                      Of my spirit
                                                             ­                     {i feel alone}



Instead I leak through the seams, tear through edges
                                                             ­                          {leaving me tattered in a massacred pattern}

Five am cannot keep me
                                       {six am will never know me}

My thoughts scatter
                                 {my mind dances with madness}








                                                             ­               Drifting in and out

                                                             ­             {drifting in and out}

normal: brook [http://hellopoetry.com/-brook-ilges]
italicized: bk

original: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/insomniac-rant
 
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