mad dreams and medicine
i don’t know if either help,
body more a carcass
cast off bedding
allowing chill to bite
soon when a season twists
it will be warm
but till that occurs
sleep evasive
those small bugs of slumber
crawling everywhere
but in my eyes,
quick to become husks
on the breath that creates them
seething mass
leaving me untouched
alcohol can disperse them
fear of naked flame,
if only what i know
seen from the back of my eyes
whats true
those synaptic snapshots
of what was , is, will be
eradicating normal transient thought
more bugs with darker intention
those that bring displeasure
turn night into serrated pain
i want for them
knowing i will be covered
and absorbed
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