|
|
Sunday, April 11, 2004
From This Reality
Sleep is
a bone cushion
where many lie
And on its mouth
there is a sucking
Lover called time
So kissing
its mouth
i found
myself down
south
Where many
things
very private do lie
and I found
sleep is a bone
we all have to pick
and quick
or else we'll fall
and landing on our fingertips
feel broken sharded like glass
never knowing,never showing
our naked forms' rash
to another's trash
and throwing it all (away as it is)
sleep robs us (since we begin)
and there is,over,a lady who i know
who has some things quaint to show me:
with her soft hands and her breasts
i will suck the white milk of it all,
falling to the ground,herthighs to mine,
her hands all over me,we shall be animals
the world it cannot steal this now
we'll fall asleep somehow:
for who is to say
i do not already slumber?
Only a fool,who,with his shut eyes
does not see.
for the fool,he is me.
for the fool,he is reality.
she only she can release me
she only she (can release me)
from this reality
Comments
(0)
« Home |
|
