the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


Tickers are scissors
Reflections on my neck
I can't keep myself in check
If I don't respect the clock.
Pillow shock from the withdrawal
I'm all in and talking talk.
Walking walk right off the edge,
Pull the sheets back on my bed.
I'm tired,
But I'm trying to shake the sleepies
All out of my head.

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