I guess this is it, the end of a another long day
The sun is falling asleep, and the stars are beginning to play
My legs are getting lazy, and my head is starting to swim
I guess I have to let it go, and give myself to him
The stalker inside my shadow, that screams behind my lids
Is coming now to take me back, to the place devoid of kids
And I’m so numb from constant fight, there’s no energy to resist
I’ll pillow noose the neck of shame, and reverb milk my wrists
I think that when we are awake, that’s when we really dream
And in our sleep our bodies lay, but the real world starts to bream
And the day and night are left like blight, to tare us down with clocks up wound
To confuse us all of wrong and write, the up and down of silence and sound

(I exhale and feel the laughter of my soul, fade into the echo of my uselessness
I lay to feel the tomb of flesh, die and release its ghost into fantasy
Or reality, or both
Color and darkness shroud my blind eye as I pier through matter and space
To a place that I have never been and yet has always been in me
A familiar oddity begins spilling out on the floor of my ambitions
There trampled by the expectations never realized and choked beside dreams that are still born, is the nothing
No need for breath here as life will not let you live, and death will not let you die
I twist translucently between the wall of the unicorns’ bed chamber and the daffodils hunting grounds
The killing fields begin to massage my forehead with warmth and stench as rabbits cut off my feet for luck
Running off backwards they sell them in markets of corn with butter bean banners and liquid signs
Even the scare crows cry
And pity comes bent with wash clothes of remorse to cleanse the gash in my pride
Only to find the maggots consuming within it full of wondering eyes
Love rushes upon me only to mock my broken shoulders and acupuncture a heart that has beat with no rhythm and pulses disappointment
Imagination swings from a straight jacket and catapults unto a giant’s ear to whisper platitudes and idle threats of caution
While the tiger Lilly’s roar across plains of purple pants and single gloves that ride rhinestones of vinyl circles)

Now I lay me down to sleep…