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i can but don't want to
by Desdemona Sinestrai sleep on the couch when i rip my bed apart
sometimes i blink and a whole year has gone by
i'm tearing at my ebola gums
bite my own thumbs with pizza teeth
sometimes i could go on for months
look how the moon shines spitefully through the window
i like falling asleep with it
sometimes i like waking alone more
i'm ok if there's not enough room on the couch
but now
there isn't anymore room in my skin
sometimes i blink and my whole mind is gone 01/19/2010 Posted on 01/20/2010
Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/20/10 at 01:54 AM The second and last lines respectively sum up my entire college career. The rest of this is overflowing with the dark matter I've come to expect from you. Excellent as per usual. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/20/10 at 02:06 AM I am so with Vince on the second and last line -and it's something that is both bemusing and chilling at the same time...this just flows so well and I relate with a painful degree of empathy...very nicely done! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/21/10 at 04:12 AM Spawns powerful images of insomnia and neurosis. So vivid, it could be straight out of a movie. Thanks for sharing.
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| Posted by Ava Blu on 01/27/10 at 03:16 PM those last two lines are $#%@ing great |
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