so, can’t sleep huh

    dreading sleep or sleep dreading methese doldrum infestations mutilated by what/ki I don’t knowso exhausted; yawning into a nightmare ofmixture somnambulism-insomniac-depresso my eyes close in front of my writing instrumentlocked off in some jettisoned heat from time and energy. ▬

somethings I don’t know

  it’s really hard here I don’t know the common things the simple things as simple as tying knots on a dress there is laughing, jesting — many a times in good humour but it breaks me apart like bone being beaten why do I have such a retarded growth I speak in a different

floating

  I love the feeling of floating on my back on watersky in sightair aroundearth near and in meand underneath the skin, layers of theseis  depthcrucial to insanitycrucial to stabilityand all machinations, moralities — God-given gifts I like floating on waterits a calm interlude between gravity and zero-space ▬

sleepless in sleeplessness

  insomnia is like little crack on a glasswater slips from itbut you have refused to replaced ityour arrangement skills are dullyou are mopping moping mess you are not doing anythingyou are just doingit’s like a flash of bright bulbs burning your switch water is nice, even from the chipped glasseven for a chipped mugit’s

Crush

    attraction is not optionalor, so  my anatomy tells mewith its clicks, chimes, cool nectars, hot suns and moonsflowing by in the constellation of my eyelashesand my mouth wants to open and close at the same timelike the pulsating heart; docile and fiery in some paradox-balance there is a distance maintained; a fence in

madness, madness

    fanged taste  of the poisonlocal saliva; alien habita position most whatis defined as paradoxlight bendingdarkness invertedlike gravity harvested a supernovaand plunged into a chaos black void what is madness?a habit, a tic, a hallucinationa radio-tone, cellphone tap, IM-creakbubbling pots, undercooked meat, vegetables starving, cotton thawskin on a pullover curtainclamped mouth with eyes staringhands pumped