the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Wake Me

Some holy color from my head.
This semi-arid simulation
Stimulates such an occurrence.
A perpetual wink
Until faced by the sink,
Hammers in my throat
Hammers in my throat,
A coat would have sufficed.
Lather would have been nice.
But temporal authority pushes me back,
And yet these sinews still feel no slack.

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