aDarkerMind

I Cannot Sleep

I cannot sleep.

nor can I bleed as circus to repent.

am I as sin to the great heights of intent,

or inept as coal now free of cordial?

water and the limescale

two puppets mourning goldilocks

locking horns the ladybirds of wine and cenotaph

am buried where?

somewhere between an angel and the soldiers of elite;

enemies have I?

none bar those who march backward beyond;

invite me and be dared;

spare me the blush of spare meat on the spine of cinnamon.

two strangers we,

bi-polar and a smiling monkey 

amused as death

what wants so shall be free from moneys tree;

the slag of night brings havoc to the sperm!

hermaphrodite,

two barrels to the street-wise,

two knives but still a city sleeps his spies;

this latter year

something else as clueless as a bride in dungarees

flees poverty three minutes on her knees;

how many trees the envy of her womb

no tune the sinking skull a bright and sunny afternoon;

as white as child in company of corpse,

feed me a death

as trinket rounding thumb-nail to the throat!

I cannot sleep,

only daydream suicide as Sylvia;

what separates her root from tender-stem?

her hair of blond too cute for gentlemen,

on the streets as blind as drab as Bethlehem;

month to month

from argument to the beauty of a mouth,

fly south to pyramid of gonad in a drought;

three barrels and am drunk as sleep is green

I cannot sleep.

clip my heels and trade my wide awake for ice-box glee;

dismember me

a stomach full of pebbles

and asking Sylvia remembers me;