air rises each morning regardless
with the sun and the birds and the freeway rumble
ever-expanding loth like a blossoming concrete pinwheel
little aeriel view curlicues
cul-de-sac nightmares seen from above
for exactly what they are
segregated bleak communities
safe as houses
days fall like leaves in still, thick air
shedding like dandruff falling out of our hair
dusting our shoulders and drifting down to the floor
all bare and cat fur-filthy evermore
we haven't swept in ages, what for?
only the diener left to come through our door
infiltrate our brain with sleep
intubate this Skald with mead
smoking soothes our agony
and intoxicates our head
if only rest came when we laid
our head down in the bed
o liver you abandoned us
now we're lost at sea
full of restful dreaming fish
and ever-treading we
decisions and choices we choose none of these
we're sleepy you see and we need to catch Z's
so good night to all we wish you the best
we're off to the bed in the room where we rest
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