Even in my troubled sleep
I'm at war every night
With some metamorphosed
Larva drones

Oh my gush! These miniatures
Are so resilient and
Pesky as hell too
My body should ache
Most certainly
With parts slightly swollen

So much for the overnight
Acupuncture treatment
And blood-******* sessions
But no thanks

Every early sunrise
I drink my herbal coffee black
And had my sound siesta
Mostly in my daytime job

I should replenish
Those deficient ****** plasma
And be ready for war at night
Oh yes! War with
Some tiny female anopheles

Multiple high-pitched
Whining sounds everywhere
That signal the incoming invasion
They have got some plasmodium spies
Running down the length of my veins

I feel like I'm losing the war
I should get stupidity medal honors
For bravely endangering my life
Every night and again

And now!
I'm all hooked up to an IV line
At my ward ceiling of care.

The tower penetrates
the puffy pink
clouds, and the
horizon squirts
sweet rain.
My face gets
sticky.
She is the sky.

In her over-wrapping
Arm embrace
Under the yellow banana moon
My soul finds
Purity and solace
As she puts love
Medicine on my teaspoon
  
Smothered sunset sails
On her warmth
Breathe and cough
As I cast my eyes
Upon her mouthy rove
Frosty and sugary
Her impeccable love
Could coat my inexperienced
Heart twice enough

What an over-extension
Of my true self and being
She is; with a fierce body
And piercing eyes stare
That glitter like those
Little stars; still shimmering
Though from a billion yards
Away but seems so near

She had been cold as ice
For so many years
And could no longer endure
The long boring night
Come near and closer
Stay forever I plead her
So she may see where
My love lies

On one gloomy evening
Neighborhood stray-paws
Come to prey
Backyard roosters
Yapping and flapping
Pillowcase feathers sprout
In the color of snow grey

Got spooked suddenly
Waking slumbered bind
Still blinded
By freezing disbelief
An odd sight it was
For the dreamer
Lost inside his own mind
Horrible animal noise
Should tunnel-guide
To the light

Back to the cold
Struggling-bound world
Where deep sleep is
Certainly an obvious escape
Place though trickery peaceful
Nothing could hurt there
Except diffuse our aura Metaphysically beyond space

Between reality and fantasy
If I'm to choose
I shall go with the latter
Because I don't want to
Take a rifle resume another
Cycle of violence noose
Knowing one day
I could forever retire
To a wonderful fantasy too

Nothing we haven't seen
Many times before
How you forge stuffs
Bending them all
To your twisted will
A kind Nurse
That you are
I shall mistake you for
Always checking on earth
That's being terminally ill

How many times
Have you come visiting
To the bereaved
You are bad omen
And not a hero
Costume embroidered
With pocket clocks and ticking
Well, nobody's counting
Till life fades to zero

Lure me not to sleep
With your sad lullaby
Nor accost me in the shape
Of an unusual passer-by
For there are a million ways
To die and bid goodbye

Swooping, sliding, soaring safety
When I had my wings, ribbed dragonfly sheer
Diaphanous as worldly knowledge
Veins, membranes, and spikes
Glass-smooth at eye-line
And in between all chitin clear

Comfort, cuddling, warmly wing-wrapped
When I had my wings, silk gossamer tough
Impregnable as guileless graspings
Steel, Kevlar, and gum
-- echoes at finest
No human copies quite enough

Earnest, peering through pale wing-shields
When I had my wings, light strawberry blush
Full optimist in rosy child-sight
Hope, trust, and ease
Lucent at sunrise
But sunset wipes the pearly flush

Thorny learning came at sunset
When I lost my wings, ribbed dragonfly sheer
Conspicuous in adult hindsight
Screen drawn, and lost
Sombre in umber  
World full of weeping, sweeping clear

Our organic architect leaves the stage
Her window-pane sails, in delicate rose
Better to know the world at its worth
All sad glory
In plain sorry view
Shoulders itch, remember their clothes

When I had my wings