Whirl! Whirl!
Your head churns an ungodly tune
As rivets of brain juice, blended into a fine silvery consistency
crushes your consciousness
an hourly alarm clock
You dance a foxtrot,
no, a box-step as you lay down
clockwork turning
a kettle past boiling point
boiled till the metal caramelizes
Knock knock
the devil appears in your dreams
as a dreamless sleep
marred by the strings of paracetamol
weighing on your heavy head
on the littlest frame
your body has now become
You awake, yet you are struck by a constant melody
The beat of your own drum
Counting a 2 by 2
Thumping heavy
Thumping heavier
THUMPING-PING
as it is dulled into a lifeless sleep yet again
For days become minutes
and daylight your enemy
The warmth an inviting enemy
The cold cast out, a forlorn thief
And it
Back agin
No comments:
Post a Comment