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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