THE ZODIAC OF INSOMNIA

Serenity coats you
while you’re saying ‘Good-bye’.
Don’t spoil another tear -
drop by drop
It goes bye-bye.

You hurt worst
in the excess of deception…

An empty promise of gentility.

I will always fall
but I didn’t (be) mean to
bring you down.
In suicidal unison,
everything has gone so far . . .
So Far Gone.

Realize why we come in contact
and the stories that we hold
are from behind us.

I love you best
in the depths of your addiction…

The killer inside of you hides,
so that you cannot see yourself
sleep-walk to the Moon.
You calm its lunatic heart
and all that is left is
amazing.

Again, the warmth remembers me.

Let me put the Sun into my pocket,
but don’t let me be…
(Oh no! I forget)
Your head is just a concept.

I believe I console you
and then, oh, I am so
sick of being sick of feeling
Just Like You.

Cold wires dig, provacative,
into my flesh.
I can sense your recklessness
making me high.
Shaking out sighs.
Nodding off on the Divine.

Again, the goddess laughs
at my dreams that don’t exist
where faith lays, relentless,
on grainy beaches of skull-dust
made by the angels
who grind their teeth,
at night. They cannot sleep,
because angels reside in Paradise…
and dreams live there, as well.

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