For a very long time
I stayed awake until the early morning
Sure that if I watched the darkness boiling long enough
At some point time would cease to be
And all the secrets of sunsets would spill out
A swarm of bugs into my swollen mind
Now I realize
There is no grand secret to the night
No shadow remains unexplored
I only wish now
To sleep
And sleep
And try to think of someday
Possesing anothers' flesh in my cold than cliche' hands
In the morning
I preside over the dirt in my back yard, eating frozen waffles
All craters and dog-crap
When I was small
I would play with the garden hose, spraying water
Carving out tunnels and cities in the mud
An adult would always tell me to stop
"We live in a desert for gods' sake!"
Now as I realize that I am slowly sinking
Down in the mud towards stark mature sanity
I think my purpose from here onward
Will be to take midnight in my teeth
Shaking like a dog
Not meaning to kill
But still
Squeezing every last drop of magic from an eventually lost toy

this poem is a sequel of the one i wrote last week "insomniac"