sleepy
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I’m tired.
I want to sleep.
Drift off in the endless abyss.
Going to sleep is hard.
But waking up is even harder.
Let me close my eyes.
You were only sitting
about
two or three rows
ahead of me,
but it was still
close enough
for me to tell
The keys of the old blues
Play troubled, terrific truths.
Speaking the heart’s mind
Of breaths hard, faces lined
In half time, full hop, and sadly sweet sounds
The blues are where living is seen, is found.
Early beginings, for to long we refrain
Sweet lies and sharp truths
wrapped tight
coming clean in the rain
Sour words breach my peace
while we stand under the drain
The sun splahes the sky with a runny orange-purple haze
that bathes the land in shiny gleaming evening
The light dribbles into my mouth and lines my insides with warmth
my head. It bobs.
my eyes, they droop.
my neck bends.
don’t sleep!
my fingers they slow,
my breath it steadies.
my work as my pillow.
don’t sleep!
minutes lag on as hours
I'm looking at my cat
She's peacefully sleeping
She's getting kind of fat
And each eye a little peeping
Clock ticking
Time slipping
A droning sound
A droning sound
A droning sound
Fallen heads
With drooping ears
Drooling lips
Snoring noses.
A class about myths
Over the hills and far away,To a lovely place where I want to stay.Where grass is blue and skies are green,And the ocean is clear and oh-so serene.I lay with my hands in the warm soothing sand
The darkness around can't get any darker
and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder
This morning happened centuries ago
and there are still traces of Crest on my tongue.
My irises are like coffee filters
straining the paradoxical dream sequences
created by my starved psyche.
