"sleeeeeeeeep" poems
*oh sure, they have their: preservation of the d.n.a. arguments...they have the chimps, and the zoos... me? what am i after? the ultiamte sleep, namely death... i just want sleeeeeeeeep... **** the dreaming bits... i alway found the act of dreaming to be exhausting when it came to drawing blanks... mortality is exhausting; at least in terms of "immortality" i can take a massive blank-slate yawn... and forget both man and chimp... i always think of an epitaph in terms: what's the last song i'll be listening to when i drop dead? grand comfort.*
and to think,
that so much
goes
into writing
so little,
and that only
the least
of all possibilities
ever
conjured,
makes-up
a novel
that serves
a 100 years...
as i was i testing
the idea...
fire-eyed...
"crying"...
when
in fact trying
to testify
some other
worth to also
claim origins
without
a clue regarding
tattoos...
that might
direct me
by a compass
bias...
to me it's still
the year 1997,
when diana died...
the crime?
economic migration...
father and mother
in handcuffs...
the home-office,
and me punching
the wall...
if
the greek hated
moral relativism...
then the modern
us
should abhor
historical relativism...
islam loves
historical relativism...
oh **** me,
sure as ****
islam loves
historical relativism
in the same way that
ancient greeks
hated
moral relativism.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Sleep, where for art thou,
Sleeep, I need you now.
Sleeeep, let me feel you,
Sleeeeep, I hear your coo.
Sleeeeeep, caress my face,
Sleeeeeeep, I feel your embrace.
Sleeeeeeeeep, closer you come.
Sleeeeeeeeeep, I am numb.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC