touching ourselves with our thoughts
we people are on our own
a defiant voice once said that
i jacked off
and woke up,
what a forsaken routine.
sleep is but a loud plea from me
chanting
while
life stands in the way
death ends it
arrogant headaches too
I guess I’m woke.
mzansi please
my eyes won’t stick together
tiny black crystals of water disrupt peace.
decadent birds heard
about me too
they try
I try.
sleep still jumps over me;
like the mad cow that kicks.
Tucked away behind four walls
I am the carnivorous bed rodent that kills.