The realisation that sleep can be an adaptive process made him confident enough to relinquish the decision as to when to sleep to the body rather than the mind. He would stay awake until the body shut down by its own device. No harness required, most likely
I shall f*ck you sideways
like the tears of infinity
slowly dripping down those cheeks
I shall f*ck you sideways
In the forest of old
Shivering cold and bleeding
I shall f*ck you sideways
with every part of me focused
your shakes and shiverings
my primary
target
Once again I feel I am reaching the edge of
Being
The urge to remove myself; delete any trace of
Me
So strong
Uncaring for all that is
I am salt
I am bleeding
I am fed up of
Being Me
I no longer care
the cigarettes killing me
the hole in the ground; accidental
the revelation of coffins
arch bishop remains; aging
they once were – I am now – though not for long
unfortunately
we will meet eventually
without nicotine
coffins ahugging
the crown dull
shaking
I walked to the post box
giving away my freedom
no sense of relief
just a waste of postage
dreaming
cinder girl – the lack of tinder
those horse shoes never embraced your wickedness
my fire never matched her solitude of silence
the see-through bra a size too small for comforting
I saw it not coming, no
She only became a woman coming, though
we never merged our lifetime of opportunity
we only prayed – the next time
we’d manage better – our destiny
shade-less bulk of sunshine
autonomous happiness in dreamless tents
ear-less music tilted
their eyes as dead as
freckle-less frowns
upon dampen
downs of
clowns – wavering
If there was a God
Listening
COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME TO SHUT UP!!!
t.h.e.r.e.is.n.o.p.o.i.n.t.t.o.m.y.l.a.t.e.s.t.e.n.d.e.v.o.u.r
I.LEFT.HER.BEHIND
sap.sipping
dripping
a.handshake.though.sloppy
my burning desire
my hands clutching
with HOPE
honestly
An Easter egg came through the door
anonymous; sender undisclosed
My name in icing; bespoke design
No, not really, but the thought of someone
sending love through chocolate
melts me
everytime
