it is always a feeling of redundancy; coupling are two cheeks
pressed on a digital page or rather an arcane yet archaic-revolutionary
tree flesh and I am wondering if I am sleeping in posterity with a handshake
plus mouth to moth resuscitation with “waking”. My mind is no longer
a blank; not an orgasmic leftover nor orgasmic pilgrimage in process
yet the innocence of sleep or the experience of dreams heavily eaten
yet no excess lipid taken — this feeling of a nourishing sleep has left me —
from some placebo dreams I drift awake; shot red eyed or white marrowed
and get cravings from an insolent and belligerent craving that posits somnambulism
as a dietary peregrination.
hopelessly attracted to sleep: unrequited my love is now by a philandering sand
so you forgot you were an awkward desert without me and now you are an oasis
of cognition that laps on and have you forgotten me as some roadside cafe that
has strong but cheap coffee? — clean hotel sheets of blankets and cuddling am
I only a family of one nights or cellular nights juxtaposed by some odd morning
ritual but someone to coddle and listen to with a matched heartbeat? Sleep, I love
you, earnestly, being friends is important. Why do you mock me? What now you
think of me only as a Lolita and not temptress as an adult that you shied away from
my bosom and bum and think it ok? I am not Lolita nor am I Aphrodite or Galatea —
why be a cheap role when I can be the only original me and your original sin is that
you left me thinking that our bond was sanctuary and somewhat sacred then you
introduced some shifts and kinky brief crap that couldn’t even consummate a tired
heart a monarch’s journey in its little steps.
your conquest is inevitable insomnia; you may be the object now of sleep but believe
me sleep tires of many things especially being a pushover and a doormat for your
chilly jokes and domestic violences where you claim to profess poetic promise but
you are just fucking with everyone as you are a lonely depression in motion and I hate
you due to your ogling and fetishes that only is you, you and you and that is just
crude.
I am tired now. I think I will go to sleep.
