Man is asleep. I am awake, in my
bed, watching all the lifeless
dreamers with smiles on their faces.
snarls on their faces
tossing and turning and writhing in bed
from nightmares, then
lulled back through dreams.
Now and then, a horrible nightmare will wake them sobbing, only
to realize that all else are sleeping.
Man is asleep, but I am awake.
I’m having a cigarette, thinking
I shouldn’t smoke in bed
I must get up soon – it’s urgent
that I get up,
But I don’t know what for
I’m thinking about getting up
I’m confronting my existence
alongside what’s for breakfast.
I see some injecting, snorting, huffing
breathing their way back to sleep
And I am here
I see them reading their bibles
till they’re all droopy-eyed and
sheepish smiles, counting
themselves on a quest for blindness.
The morning floor feels good on my