morning sounds, a cracked relief,
broken melodies,
a sunrise accompanies
these anti-lullabies, jagging,
crooked through dimair –
memories, mesh effigies of
freshly-minted reckonings,
echoings, electronic ringings
bringing the aftersounds of
midnight dreamings –
the bilious, the vile
compilation of midair memodies,
remembered reverberating
through the core, into the cortex,
squeezing ideas like the bleeding
diseases of the sleeping mind –
burning in contemplation,
under the constant condemnation,
a pending mental contamination,
pulsating, vibrating, clammy and trembling…

insomnia

06/28/2004

Author's Note: According to Word, I invented five words in this one. Can you find them? God, it sucks to be kept up at night, wondering what that special someone is doing...

Posted on 06/29/2004
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