I watched the fan blades rip furiously
on the pale ceiling of my snug room
The *********** of silent airwaves
in auricular, circulatory fashion.
The hum of electricity burning steady
trance inducing
I feel eyes wired poster boys
for a sleepless mind.
Thoughts and conscious dreams of
Life:
Incessant,
Voracious,
Alive.
Above small town fantasies:
an Artist.
I'm an artist, by God!
I don't have time to sleep!
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
I watched the fan blades rip furiously
on the pale ceiling of my snug room
The *********** of silent airwaves
in auricular, circulatory fashion.
The hum of electricity burning steady
trance inducing
I feel eyes wired poster boys
for a sleepless mind.
Thoughts and conscious dreams of
Life:
Incessant,
Voracious,
Alive.
Above small town fantasies:
an Artist.
I'm an artist, by God!
I don't have time to sleep!
