sheep sleep surreptitiously
spiders spin shredded silken seances
song birds sulk soporifically
rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies
capriciously caught in clangour
I die dire deceptive dreams
tepid tears tear through torment
viscous vapours vacate venom
pus pelts my pitiful pillow
oozes omnipotent oblivion
alliterations alight anger
freeze fervent fear
reiterate raucous refusal
ruminate reverberate rancid rile
I wake the wake of weary waste
recycle random rubbish remonstrate
then morning mourns Morpheus
mocks mountains of morose meanders
day dawns dubious daunting delight
as I tease temptation to take a tally
send syllables into space and shuttle
to morphing metaphors from my mind
until excruciating echoes become echelons
of cumbersome circuits and contempt
when restless rest revisits and revolves
recoils at respite and the raven raves
20th December 2020
Fractious feline
sensuously stretching,
languorously lying,
soporifically slumbering
(monocularly monitoring).
Meandering mouse!
Tail twitching...
tautly tensing...
Predatory pounce!
Salubriously surfeit!
February 6, 2020
On this pillow, I now rest my head.
I will fall fast asleep in my bed.
I lie here so soporifically.
For several hours of privacy,
it’s my escape from reality.
Here I dream of a woman I’ll meet.
Her good looks and demeanor are so sweet.
I find her to be easy to love.
This woman must have come from above.
What a doll I see who's as cute as can be.
Put that dream in a bottle for me.
We talked long into the night through the opiate haze,
Beyond meaningless pleasantries and the bargaining phase,
For there’s no point in arguing the ultimate toss
And no reason in delaying the consummate loss.
I just talked and he listened to my rambling muse,
Of the past and the present and dead man’s shoes,
And the therapy of his ministry soothed like balm
As he attended in stillness and infinite calm.
Sleep when it came rolled in like treacle waves,
Soporifically kind as it filled the psychic graves,
And I wondered to ask if it was my time or not,
Yet had left it too late as if simply forgot.
I felt, though, him leave my side, my shoulder slightly brushed,
When awakened to ambience both sterile and hushed,
In the corridors his breath faded, receding away,
With the echoing farewell: “Not today, not today, not today…”
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