by Nick Romeo
I
immobile stagnation &
calcified petrified nerves
perpetuate a qui vive of
duct-taped rainbows
boiling over magnetars as
satyrs with sitars & saungs
sail thru dark brain matter
& Liquid metallic hydrogen
dripping from clepsydra
onto my mitochondria
II
I take a brake to reset
the cicada rhythms
crawling thru my cochlea
goring into the commissure
III
as I wander the darkness
bumping into walls tripping
over cats and vitamin bottles
looking for an astrolabe
and a functional star
as I flirt with the crepuscular
Fini
She told me that her dad mentioned that if you didn’t sleep well,
it’s because your conscience is bothering you.
I asked what should I do? I tried everything.
She replied, Prescription sleep pills – the good stuff. It works all the time.
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