Nikola Tesla supposedly got by on 2 hours of sleep a night

Boil me in acid.

Let the hydrochloric solution

Ooze into my pores

And under each molecule

Nucleus from cytoplasmic 

Ocean.

I fantasize about chewing my teeth

To Reese's cavity filled pieces 

And taste the rotting gums

That shelter the roots

Like blankets of snow 

In a Buffalo lawn mid winter.

I can't stop staring at girls 

Tripping along the path

Of lives inextricably separated

In evolutionary tandem

To each other 

Feel the grip of asphalt

On my ass cheek

As I cradle life 

While the creaking frame

Of a 2008 Toyota tundra wraps itself around me

In a song of fire and rubber.

It's cold here 

The sun eloped with the moon

And the trees all died

In a soulfire conflagration

Before thought and wind

And the kiss of memory.

A tumbleweed parrots

The stories of locusts 

That played their winged fiddles

In the Irish jigs

That consumed the grasses

The weeds choking on oily smoke

With lambs' blood running 

In the riverbeds.

Pretty words.

That's what we thought we were 

Incandescent fireflies

In a Friday night thunderstorm

But the frost has come

And so we clean our mandibles

And tuck our thoraxes

Into mud

And bid each other good night

As the stars balefully shudder

And fall asleep.

I wonder, will they dream, too?