i've had about as much sleep as peace on my pillows of fowl sneezing back the grains of sorrow drowning in plans and everyone else's tomorrow
love found me about as often as war and everyone who's fought got their medals and rarely wake to walk anymore
to my door to the horror of the dreams I should be seeing every night instead my fatigues fight and I can't even write what I hear cite what I feel in any make shape form order one more musing meal all gone to waste...
because when those rolling blue windows on shores laced with cinders blew through the bowels of burden we "Do not disturb"ed and stayed inside the white lines never tasted new wines on those hills or those one-way window sills we called responsible maturity damn all that duty people feel what they sense they sense what is real and when the truth sits to mildew it shatters all the glass and pins you
