Please there
Dreamy Deity don't
Make me slow once the
Eyes are open and
Consciousness is
On her voyage home
From R.E.M eternities.
Please there don't
Make me SO TIRED!
I can't stand not
Standing
(Too sleepy to know what the words is)
I rather be yawns through hours
Than sifting in&out; of
Hallucinations and
Premonitions of future
Déjà-vu's
Please there-
Be my sleep saint and
Turn my sheets to
Razor wire
(Isn't THAT an incentive!)
Make the mattress a
Silent grenade
(Only chance of survival is
To cross the fingers with eyes
Unshut)
Beacon that bathroom light
Mid hallway
- Cold-water sink
Tap lighthouse
Or tickle my toes.
Oh ethereal!
I want to feel distant
From those drowsies
Filling my ears and eyes.
They do a good job of
Throwing me. Out
Of the lOOp!
I miss October,
I miss July,
If not the insomnia/
Light switch is off!
And Z becomes my
Favorite letter of the Alphabet..
(Zzzzzzz...)
How am I supposed to
Become Mahāsattva if
The illusion cocoons
Me daily
And people keep asking
If I'm depressed?
Sometimes I wonder,
If sleep has caused any of my apathy
Or the other way'round.
(The chicken or the egg)
None of these thoughts be possible
When my bones brittle with
B E I N G S O T I R E D
I want none of those non
Natural cures and caffeinated
Horrors
Or sleep medications crawling into
My monthly expenses.
I want none of that trouble or
The trouble I'm already in
I just wanna-
(*At- Z
Z
this point Z
I stop writing Z
due to incoherence Z
Z
Z
and let the oceans of Z
Z
Night drown me Z
Z.............
fast*)
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Please there
Dreamy Deity don't
Make me slow once the
Eyes are open and
Consciousness is
On her voyage home
From R.E.M eternities.
Please there don't
Make me SO TIRED!
I can't stand not
Standing
(Too sleepy to know what the words is)
I rather be yawns through hours
Than sifting in&out; of
Hallucinations and
Premonitions of future
Déjà-vu's
Please there-
Be my sleep saint and
Turn my sheets to
Razor wire
(Isn't THAT an incentive!)
Make the mattress a
Silent grenade
(Only chance of survival is
To cross the fingers with eyes
Unshut)
Beacon that bathroom light
Mid hallway
- Cold-water sink
Tap lighthouse
Or tickle my toes.
Oh ethereal!
I want to feel distant
From those drowsies
Filling my ears and eyes.
They do a good job of
Throwing me. Out
Of the lOOp!
I miss October,
I miss July,
If not the insomnia/
Light switch is off!
And Z becomes my
Favorite letter of the Alphabet..
(Zzzzzzz...)
How am I supposed to
Become Mahāsattva if
The illusion cocoons
Me daily
And people keep asking
If I'm depressed?
Sometimes I wonder,
If sleep has caused any of my apathy
Or the other way'round.
(The chicken or the egg)
None of these thoughts be possible
When my bones brittle with
B E I N G S O T I R E D
I want none of those non
Natural cures and caffeinated
Horrors
Or sleep medications crawling into
My monthly expenses.
I want none of that trouble or
The trouble I'm already in
I just wanna-
(*At- Z
Z
this point Z
I stop writing Z
due to incoherence Z
Z
Z
and let the oceans of Z
Z
Night drown me Z
Z.............
fast*)
