z drugs
another night spent at the world’s bedside -
inverted time, the daylight spent. so i
saturate the night instead– counting the
hollows in walls and brewing grand plans which
dissipate in the coffee press. portraits
of rest erased like aeroplane contrails.
sleep with the birdsong, rise with the fireflies;
morning dew a nighttime soak, as herbal
potions fail to flood my bloodstream. mister
sandman whips his gift out of reach once more,
chiselling cracks in my eyelids instead
and setting me out of step with the world.
the stars are out somewhere; i slip between
the clouds, the sun a lavender candle.
05.04.2023
