insomnia

Sleeplessness is my affliction,

Symptoms including sibilance,

          reluctance,

          conscience,

And a particular        dissonance acutely heard midst the

                                                                 Herds of exhales and squeaks,

                                                                                                    Creaks and

                                                                                                     Meek sighs,

Polka dot                                                                                                Eyes perceiving opaque shadows, which

                 Grow and

                                                                                                                        Weave

Through cracks on the ceiling. I can smell the paint chips

                                    Peeling,                         daintily they fall

Through air, on

              Their way they spell red

                                                Zeds, zigzagging

                                                               Draggingly to the floor.

What’s                                                                                more,

The air turns cold as my

                       Old,

      Fair hands, purple-painted, spasm in reaction to

                                                  Chasms of white; my fingers

                                                                                     Linger long enough to

                                                                                                           Snuff out the

                                                                                              oblong space no longer void of any                                                                                                     trace of the human

                                                                                                           race. Before my mind can                                                                                                      pace

the realm of the                                                                                                             blind each                                                                                                                                 line must be weighed down with

              faded      nouns,

no egg whites

            right of the margin can I keep, and

then

I

may

                                                 

sleep.