Saturday, January 3, 2009

The art of evading sleep: Poem 3/30

Fatigue dances across my eyelids
Begging for its debut on a closed audience
Promoting daydreams like want ads
In the form of bothersome telemarketers

I've avoided you for hours
With a list of grievances:

I've been a midnight ghostwriter for years
Birthing poetry from unknown depths

Temporarily living in the land
Of houses doing balancing tricks on hills
And malls the size of small colleges

I've already slept my life away
Without the help of a bed

Surpassing chances
Instead of overcoming obstacles

Why not take this everchanging world
And live with eyes open?

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