sleepless
the wanton wastefulness of
insomniatic night
as i lay motionless
in the lackluster lack of
light
with heavy eyes
a brief pause
from the busy rush of life
to rise and shake free from
the quandary, i might
or, to sit and stare
toward the darkness
in spite
there is an unfair world
that sits just outside
and resides in it's way
below this
starless
sky
but this unnerving
peacefulness
rests
with no sound
no light
just the blackness
of blackness
and no end in sight
the dripping of time
on the end of the fight
and my body
slowly aching
is the only waking thing
with the ache of an angel
with a broken, bruised wing
that stirs in the empty
and rages round the room
and searches the vastness
that watches and looms
like an angry caged animal
breaking and knocking
as it ebbs and flows
like a gorilla that's been
starving
might tear at the fridge
for a singular bite
of anything that might bring
satisfaction to light
breaking bottles and drawers
til that little light too
would shatter
making angels and devils
alike scream
"whats the matter?"
"oh,
it's just my gorilla
here raging the night,
he found himself in this
strangeness
and put up a small fight"
a few pills popped and now
he is settling down
in the corner soon
for snoring
and i'm all alone now
and in only a couple of
hours
dawn will arrive anyhow
and back to the world
with its hustle and buzz
where the overworked body
does the work that it does
just to wear out again
pushing on toward the night
and back to this
quiet space with no light
that exists between worlds
between dimensions
in the void
between the tv that flickers
and the roaring ac
and the world shrinks itself
right down tight around me
and then shrinks down
again to the size of a flea
that bloodsucking
timelessness
of the water torture quiet
tearing sanity away
like reason torn from a riot
the darkness is leaking
leaving more and more light
and its dripping and
dripping
out into the night
drip
drip
drip
drip
and the clock ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks, ticks away
and the birds chirp, and
chirp,
and chirp for the day
and the cars start their
engines
and head off on their way
and yet still here i lay
and yet still
here
i lay...
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