Owls on bicycles might be riding the ridge
on the ceiling which, for now is nameless
but has a concept
that it’s escaped- for an owl somehow balances,
quite s e r e n e l y
but this isn’t sleep
it’s a fragment of my brain
falling off and dribbling down the p
i
l
l
o
w
into the papers to be glazed over.
Insomniac lust for
memory consolidation
or brain function restoration
(perhaps)
Escape through paralysis
a world you can rule
without lifting a fingernail
A nocturnal paradise the other side of a boundary
I
can’t
break
through.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
Owls on bicycles might be riding the ridge
on the ceiling which, for now is nameless
but has a concept
that it’s escaped- for an owl somehow balances,
quite s e r e n e l y
but this isn’t sleep
it’s a fragment of my brain
falling off and dribbling down the p
i
l
l
o
w
into the papers to be glazed over.
Insomniac lust for
memory consolidation
or brain function restoration
(perhaps)
Escape through paralysis
a world you can rule
without lifting a fingernail
A nocturnal paradise the other side of a boundary
I
can’t
break
through.
