Posts Tagged ‘sleep’

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Feeling slippery ponderous
Fever soaked and paranoid
Not anticipating any anxiety or downward momentum
Deep down to the point of side ways
But aching for synchrony with some being in the stars
Not losing sleep over it
Not persisting for long
Not bursting with intolerance
Sometimes the thought emerges
Like a toad from a pond
And I am overwhelmed
At the thought of all those aliens watching me
Watching them

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When I’m alone in my head

Possum headed and cosy

Ready for my voyage through the night

Willing on dreams

Of naked women and beer

And vast swaying fields of marijuana

Wishing and waiting on sleep

RTR on the radio

Some weird disconnected hip hop spoken word extravaganza

Loaded up on psych drugs

Name yourself

Critical unit

Bloated man

Cliched stoner

Madman magnet

Smelly hippy

But in dreams

Not

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Empty light-bulb
Diamond blast clarity
Sky-rocketing head-rush
Crystal frenzy
Thick white smoke
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale

Soaring forehead to sky white bliss
Angels kiss my beard above the clouds
Googly eyes popping
Feeling funky like a monkey
Feeling fried brain tai-dyed
Towering ego over clouds
Impervious to sleep
Impervious to hunger
Churning jaw
Too much fun
So against the law

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languidly he lies in bed
triumphant conquests history
sweaty nights of frenzied sleeplessness
alone in an empty bed with his filth
inside hollow inside dead
shit-stained sheets
cum-stained doona
morbid laughter lines of sorrow in sheet wrinkles
gallons of insomnia
rivers of awakening
a presence at the end of the bed sits pensively
incubus succubus
dead within and without
translucent spirit
crouching to pounce lasciviously
and assimilate
sleep-body to ghost-particles
the horror
translate to intricate aramaic utterances
the horror
sucking out the sauce of life
vacuum soul ether-pump frenzy then
dead-weight adorns the rotten mattress
bloated corspse-flesh
decomposing to maggot-mush
and onward unto bone
once again alone

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So deranged and kind of strange
So hard to try to rearrange
Bent and twisted out of place
Always I am off my face
When I’m aching in the wind
The bind that twists the bind that cuts
I’ve never felt quite so alive
Until I saw your midnight smile
Maybe we can wait a while
Now you’re gone from dropping pills
You cut yourself off from all who knew you
Never woke from sleep
And died alone
While I try to rearrange
The vampires that bend my brain
Into some sort of order
Take stock of my paranoia
Call my very indulgent employer
Stare out into infinite space
I will never know my place
Like you in death I am alone
I think I’ll have another cone

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We are the least of human beings
Less human than the dirt beneath your feet
We are unloved and persecuted
From birth to unremarkable death
The Buddhists lock us in a ghetto
Unless we have the money to bribe them
If we have no money they beat us
There is no food
There is no water
There is no school for the children
There is no hope
They took us from our village
Those that the Buddhists didn’t kill
And locked us up next to the sea
Hanging off the land in a noose of persecution
Then the people smugglers come
And offer to take us away
And we have no choice
We give them what little we have
We spend hungry, thirsty days at sea
Then we arrive in Thailand near the border
The people-smugglers begin to torture us with bamboo
They tell us to call our relatives and ask for money they don’t have
Then if they do not pay up we are dead
Our women are raped and murdered, our men and children are murdered
Our ghosts will wail among our bones
Our ghosts will watch you while you sleep

Coming Down

Posted: November 19, 2014 in poetry
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sleeping
The hurtling dervish of my speeding mind finally descends from the stratosphere
No longer the pressure to talk and no more frenzied stories
No more superman musing and high velocity stream of consciousness
My eyelids drift downward
I suddenly feel hungry and take a couple of Solian to decelerate towards morning
I eat some curry and stretch out my arms
Time for bed, time to voyage through the land of dreams in the little that remains of the chemical night
That was some good shit but it’s all over now

Taste

Posted: October 3, 2014 in poetry
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The taste of steel
Under the tongue
Psychotic breeze blows
Dust the sunlight transforms into gold
Waiting for Mephistopheles
Blood in the syringe
Festive depravity
Methane phantasms over
Infinite waters
Dreamless victims
Of consumer breasts which undulate
As to bleed is such glad heat
Mood music contaminates
Mirtazapine pipe-dreams
Missed the vein
Pubic enumerating of
Mild tedium
And black, sullen accounts
On silent parchment
Maudlin sleep