Tonight I hit the pillow, inward eye flashing.
Misconceptions, jumbled thoughts, scrambled sound
grates and stomps and champs through my mind.
The space between awake and asleep; tonight,
the gap ever widening between the two. No time
to decompress until the head hits ground
and the clock
is ever tick tock tick tocking on and on until morning.
Mingled memory and future clasp each other, break and scatter
amongst preserved catalogue of things to be forgotten,
things to be remembered, to be restored,
to be missed, to be loved, to be ignored, to be burned.
Effortlessly pounding, breaking like waves over rock, in tangled web of infantile design.
Faces. Grey. Faces. Defined.
Theories. Broken. Theories. Denied.
Guesses. Wrong. Tricks. Treats.
Trojan horses and minuscule feats. Rattling radiator,
thrum thrum of veins, whistling windows, and thoughts inhumane.
Bouncing, tearing, breaking through, resounding, firing, destroying milieu.
Tonight I hit the pillow and it burns through my mind.
Misconception, jumbled conjecture, fixed image,
treason barking.
