Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Sunday, 21 November 2010

5. Asleep

Insomnia – an image in the mind
A concept in opposition to sense;
In opposition to accepted time, and
A label to live up to, I find
That nonetheless stops sleep, and
Chases it away from a weary head
Burrows it down among the hidden needs
Until there’s no surety between rest and death

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