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N.O. Xplode

Posted on October 10, 2013 at 11:40 PM

N.O. Xplode


Sleep kills

Sleep spills

My thrills

Spill over


My dreams are hiding

I can’t find em’

Looking for em’

Empty bottles


I sleep light

Then cause a fight

In the dawn of night.

Rusted armor

Broken neck


Support my neck,

Striped pillow.

The fluff is hollow.

I can’t follow you Lord,

To dreamland.

This mattress is my open casket,

My mind erodes, corrodes, never explodes

Close though, exciting panic attacks

Goodbye sleep,

Goodnight world.




Originally published in "The Onyx" Spring 2012 edition (print)

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Daniel N. Flanagan, Writing, Worcester MA, @DanielNFlanagan, The Commonline Journal, The Round Up Zine, Beyond Imagination Digital Literary Magazine, Danse Macabre du Jour, Yellow Mama, Aberration Labyrinth, Pyrokinection, Leaves of Ink, The Camel Saloon, Three line poetry, Eskimo Pie, Dead Snakes, The Stray Branch, The Onyx, Daddy's Girl, Writer, Lilac, Ex-Girlfriend, Drive Home, An Artists Rendering, N.O. Xplode, Kip