40 winks

does what happen in your sleep, stay in your sleep?

what happens in sleep,

stays in sleep, no?

 

you hope.

 

you do your best to

forget the places that

you’ve been & the

people with whom you

have done despicable

things.

 

you tiptoe through the

tulips, boundless & naked

sniffing, snorting, injecting,

taking in, breathing out,

licking, stroking, fighting,

resisting, surrendering,

lifting & stretching, opening,

holding, squeezing,

massaging, drifting,

imagining (within the realm

of the imagined), thinking,

tripping, delving, diving,

swimming, sucking, lapping

up everything, orgasming,

kissing, beating, oiling,

vibrating, shaking, quaking,

sticking, enveloping,

pulsating, pricking, smoking,

giggling, screaming, moaning,

cursing, cutting, abusing, losing,

bathing in the juices,

sweating with the animals,

eating with the carnivores,

bleeding with the tortured,

engaged like a prisoner,

questioned like one

ever

so

guilty,

out-killing every murderer that

you have ever dreamed to

utter the name of,

forcing them to pray to you,

forcing them to worship you,

forcing them to pleasure you,

forcing them to feed you their

own flesh,

forcing & thrusting & easing &

climaxing,

gushing & trusting---singling out

brand new

safe words---

&

you got

10 winks left

&

your eyelids start to shutter,

flick &

flutter---

 

you ride ride ride

with pride pride pride

your blood now 75% foreign substances in

binging &

cringing &

toking &

placing the

cid on the headband---

tying it tightly round your head,

on your knees with a guitar

that you can’t play when

awake.

 

you trip like you will never stop

falling & echo out the decent

with the loud fresh tunes of your

very own national anthem

being belted out by the steel strings

now being plucked & struck with

those precious digits that in the

past 30 winks, have done such

dirty, dirty things.

 

you’re running

and your muscles

spasm with bursting

eruptions---you shoot

& squirt your fluids

everywhere, all over

yourself---& they run down

your inner thighs and leave

you in a pool of stank &

cold sweat.

 

then the lightening strike of

pleasure & pain begins to

ebb.

 

someone is pulling the blinds

as the light comes blaring in

taking all your secret domain

away & you are a prisoner of

the real time war on freedom

that you call a life---again.