...

the rift between sleep and unsleep
where i lay.
under the morning sun
under the dismal confusion
and detachment of body-mind-penis
here I dream
but don't.
and wait for the whole world to crash
oh please

do you miss me would you kiss me

would you stand guard and vigil
by this bed post
fighting off bad vibes and loneliness
would your heart turn in two
to make a little room for me and you

lay in my quilted castle
and with pillow fists
beat away the
devil's broken hearts