40 Winks

what happens in sleep,
stays in sleep, no?

you hope. 

you do your best to 
forget the places that 
you’ve been & the 
people with whom you
have done despicable 
things.

you tiptoe through the
tulips, boundless & naked
sniffing, snorting, injecting,
taking in, breathing out, 
licking, stroking, fighting, 
resisting, surrendering, 
lifting & stretching, opening,
holding, squeezing, 
massaging, drifting, 
imagining (within the realm
of the imagined), thinking,
tripping, delving, diving, 
swimming, sucking, lapping
up everything, orgasming,
kissing, beating, oiling, 
vibrating, shaking, quaking,
sticking, enveloping, 
pulsating, pricking, smoking,
giggling, screaming, moaning,
cursing, cutting, abusing, losing,
bathing in the juices,
sweating with the animals,
eating with the carnivores,
bleeding with the tortured,
engaged like a prisoner,
questioned like one 
ever
so
guilty,
out-killing every murderer that
you have ever dreamed to 
utter the name of,
forcing them to pray to you,
forcing them to worship you,
forcing them to pleasure you,
forcing them to feed you their
own flesh,
forcing & thrusting & easing &
climaxing,
gushing & trusting---singling out
brand new
safe words---
&
you got
10 winks left
&
your eyelids start to shutter,
flick &
flutter---

you ride ride ride
with pride pride pride
your blood now 75% foreign substances in
binging &
cringing &
toking &
placing the 
cid on the headband---
tying it tightly round your head,
on your knees with a guitar
that you can’t play when
awake.

you trip like you will never stop 
falling & echo out the decent 
with the loud fresh tunes of your
very own national anthem 
being belted out by the steel strings
now being plucked & struck with
those precious digits that in the
past 30 winks, have done such
dirty, dirty things.

you’re running
and your muscles
spasm with bursting
eruptions---you shoot
& squirt your fluids
everywhere, all over
yourself---& they run down
your inner thighs and leave 
you in a pool of stank &
cold sweat.

then the lightening strike of
pleasure & pain begins to 
ebb.

someone is pulling the blinds
as the light comes blaring in
taking all your secret domain 
away & you are a prisoner of
the real time war on freedom 
that you call a life---again.

Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011

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