Eye
am a shaggy beast on ragged hooks.
Deranged
by the sweet draught of
sleep deprivation.
Tied together
by coffee and cigarettes.
Wired, tired and expired.
It is required, to get it done.
To and from work, I sleep like a zombie on a slab.
Swayed by the carriage in a nervous rest.
Talk to me
and my mouth finds it hard to stop dancing.
And my brain
diverges into imaginative flight
as quickly as a startled gull.
Comments
lol, i live this every single night…i barely get 5 total hours of sleep…and its not even straight through! merely an hour here, 20 minutes there….oh the life of an artist! LOL, our brains just never seem to shut down, do they?
Hi Shannon
You’re absolutely right, it’s never quite shut down time.
Although I do love a quick snooze, as long as there’s some dreaming involved.
Cheers!
– Simon Breese