Insomnia

Welcome to the land Insomnia.
Drink of our wakeful wells.
And be reborn in this utopia,
where the wakeful mood swells.

Uncomfortable pillow, tangled sheet:
these are our mountainous boundaries.
The sweat soaked summer's heat,
industry to our foundries.
All cramped in restless feet
our business women and secretaries.

We run a well oiled machine,
to keep you here,
to keep you awake.

-o0o-

Coffee and Arseholes

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Love and Kisses
Charl

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Panic Attack

Can't move
Heartbeat
My fists clenched
Heartbeat
I can't breathe
Heartbeat
My brow drenched
Heartbeat

Walls closing
Heartbeat
Head ringing
Heartbeat
Teeth grinding
Heartbeat
Eyes stinging
Heartbeat

Panic
Onslaught
The floodgates open
Drowning
Legs paralyzed
Lame before the deluge
I can't move
I can't see
I can't breath
I just

I
...Just
......Can't

Heartbeat
...
Heartbeat
...
...
Heartbeat
...
...
...
...
Heartbeat

-o0o-
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Jealous

Can't I just have what he has?
His confidence? His grace?
The way he moves through the world?
And the world accommodating his space?

Can't I own that grandeur?
His elegant excessive style?
Carving out slender slices of reality?
With a twinkling eye and a dashing smile?

Couldn't it just be me for once?
To simply feel at fucking ease?
Without causing such a huff and fuss?
When I dare do as I please?

Can't I just have his clothes?
His flawless baby-like marble skin?
His azure thousand meter stare?
His million dollar show time grin?

Can't I just have his wealth?
His house? His yard? His car? His pool?
I bet you, I could wear him inside out,
And still turn out this fool.
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Countenance

A friend remarked
On what I had thought
I had kept well hidden
All these years

He said that
I wore my past
Upon my face
So evidently

As to make me frightful
When I was angry
And dreadful
When I was sad

He asked whether I suffer
And I said no
But it lingers in the mind
From day to day

He asked me if I regret it
And I said
I would not exchange my lot
For any other

-o0o-

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Rattle in my Head

Half past two in the morning
Worry Rattle in my head
Belligerent children's toy
Popping
     in/out
          /in/out
Waking me from the edge of sleep
Mutinous little creep
Warring with my mind
Rat-Ta-Tat-Boom!
Like gunmen out of the trenches
Marching on my raw nerve
Stomping in and out of memory
With heavy boots
Hollow wooden floors
Boisterous booming voice
Echoing in the rooms of my brain
A dull headache lingers
Mewling on my patience
Try the cold side of the pillow
Wrestling with blankets and stress
Both relentlessly unyielding
Rustle and tussle
Sweat and sticky
     Spine stiff in spasm
          Skin scratchy on stubborn sheets
Head itches
Worry
The morning is close
The birds annoy me
Chirp! Chirp!
Each sound
A hot knife on my senses
Each a little stab in my headmeat
My thoughts unmarshallable
Skipping
     Hither
          And thither
     And hence
          And yonder
     And up
          And over
Rattle tattle
Baffoon-like noise in the silence
Cavalcade of cacophony
The worry rattle
Castigated by the approaching morning
For my inability to tame my own head
Get up!
     Get up!
Fear of a crippled brain
When I need to perform tomorrow
At my peak
But my brain...
Shake and bake
All flavour and no substance
Woken artificially by vitamin B
     And coffee
          And red bull
And worry
And that damn clock in the night
tick
     Tick
          TICK
Fucking TICK!
     TICK!
          TICK!

-o0o-

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