Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Leaving crumbs on sheets.



leaving crumbs on sheets.

can't brush them off lightly.

so leaving crumbs on sheets

typing insomnia.

leaving coins on sheets.

"Heads or tales?"
"Your call or thine?"
"What the fuck?"

It won't add up to 'owt.

counting insomnia

nailing down planks.

corpse limbs skewed 
corpse hymns jagged

shattered, 
mangled, 
unrecognisable,

remains.

tears.

grieving insomnia

no rest in peace.

scratching stubble on cheeks,

hardly alive,
stumbling undead,

sunkenly eyes mirror
looks unkempt,
hair thinning, 
haggard hangdog look,

turns the tap to cold.
adjusts feeble flow, 
takes a sip,
throat's still dry.
one swallow doesn't make it summer.




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