You will find that there is pain
Just beneath your neck
The duvet is folded there, and should not be.
Now your left knee itches, and the comfort
You should be in
Soaking in half-consciously
Alludes you like those ideas you’re having,
Two minutes after having them.
Why can’t you sleep?
Why can’t I sleep?
Because we are stressed by our employ
By our business complex
By our friendships decoded
By our health complications?
Because we look at lights blue
And not solar?
Because we hate the sound of static silence
When it buzzes and you know it buzzes
Silence, my arse.
Silence my arse.
No, i think we’re just occupied by things that are worrying us and it all culminates into the fear that we are not doing enough to justify this consumption of cars of food of air and that the abyss we lie prostrate in is going to swallow us with the jaws we lie awake in – the jaws that are made by our taking up of space – and all we will do from then and forever is buzz around the ears of others who