(2013)
Poem about feeling extra sleepy early in the day.
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Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle