Monday, April 11, 2011

A poem of two hours sleep

Day is Done

Driving into the sun
Is a plus one situation.
You can not do it alone
So I listened to THE DOORS.
Batman was there in a quiet rage
Looking for the dead-skin-on-air once again.
Anyone would understand
What was being said between the lines.
And so I went into the jungle
To drown within my own juices --
And discover that within my own ending
I was perfectly dry enough --
To enjoy the music.
I had to believe in the early Spring
In spite of a late winter --
I found my sleep.
It was chilly
I was hot --
And that was fine in the morning.

Written by Eli Reed (during a relentless search for sleep)

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