Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Sonnet #118

Sleep, if you can, sleep more, if you can

Sleep as if no one is watching over you
Waiting for you to finish all you need to do
Waiting, tapping feet, watching clockhands
Sleep, if you can, when no one is looking
Hiding in dark closets, bathroom stalls
Try not to snore, it will give you away
And draw unwanted attention to the resting
While you are trying to sneak the siren's call
Sleep when someone else is driving the car
Sleep on buses, sleep on benches, wherever fall
is wherever found a little rest. The devils come and mar
the rest with all the thousand little cuts of fearful
half-memories, tiny pinching fingers, whisper howls

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