Saturday, May 15, 2010

A SLEEP



When the moon rises in a blanket,
I sink into a carpet.
The cobra wraps around me;
The cobwebs of my room snarl at me;
The lizard at the long worn out tube light pities me.

I tremble;
Pull my parts;
Closer.
A lump of flesh;
Lie;
Just lie;
Afraid to sleep.

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