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Poetry

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.

 

 

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

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