Sleeping Pills
SLEEPING PILLS
life feels thick- I do not speak
doped from last night’s pills
exhaustion floats
like mahogany smoke
wrenched from a deep dark
sleep
shower spikes splice like shards of ice
into a lucid gaping awake
it cannot engage freeflowing
boats against uphill streams
of sanity
lights burn bright
and Ghecko’s
take fright
after another
insomniac night
sleeping pills pull punches again
sluggish white paste that sits in
my brain
with stoned bones
weak blood foams
in a head that
feels like clay
dancing dreams dipped
with deep distant sleep
meander and stray
far away
© Kim van Breda—12 September 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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