Sometimes when I'm up late
and sleep's weight weighs downward on my eyelids
I focus on unspace and chase with my eyes
the ember fitted neatly between *******.

sometimes I sit there and think
of all the problems in the world
and weigh them on my eyelids
and they don't weigh nearly as much as sleep.

I have dreams that I'm in a zoo
watching a lion with a human *****
being stroked by two woman, clad in nothing
and I have to escape the maintenance men
who don't know I'm there.
I hope those women know what they're getting into.

I like to think they do,
stroking the lion's ***** in plain sight
of the maintenance men coming down the road in a red jeep;
sometimes I think they have no idea.

sometimes the weight of sleep weighs so heavy on my eyes
that I dream of a perfect world
where the lion is vanquished and submissive
and the lion is pleasing those women with ecstasy
but sometimes I stay awake to see that the world is not that simple.