am.

3:08 am
i cant sleep.
vacation huh?

here lies
silent music that bleed
of endlessness.
whatever.
some are bitter
like the scent of cemetery candles

and some so sour
it tastes like a prostitute's skin;
a spider being eaten by its own kind
coming
and coming slowly to life in its own death.

my peace of mind
is of a french kiss goodbye
how her tongue soothely slithers down my throat
her arms around me
seems to surpass immortality.
her eyes like mine,
and she is what is sublime.

(but that is only a sleepless dream)

sleep. sleep. sleep.
i think of sleep when i wake,
i'd like to say that and mean it
the other way around.
"awake. awake. awake."

this unrest is placed upon me
reminding
of an experience so subtle
yet therapeutic
i remember being cured by its disease
how auspicious can you get
being patient for sleep to take hold

i waited and how long will i wait?
(voices whisper)
while we walk through a hall
and i feel its cold temperance
and i feel its itch
i longed for it to be afraid

i bother not to kill myself
but smoke a cigarette
lending my own sanity
a demise that others cannot fulfill..
i waste time.

and i think i can sleep.
its now 4:43am.