Just give me sleep, sleep, sleep
Or a bitter pill, a laced cup the spark, the shine, the metal glimmer of cold steel
frigid wristwatch waits for a time at the bottom of a tepid glass of wine
tip of a hat, bucket kicked, chair knocked askew: wishes, things I'd never do
sick all over your spit-shined shoes
Oh, I'm terribly sorry
And here's to you
sweet summer breeze blowing past far above, perhaps, I'm sure, out of reach
best not to think about the leaves that could be turning, ponds maybe thawing
Oh, no longer, and it's all frozen now
let me sleep, oh, let me sleep
I'm so tired
I wasn't tired
I'm tired now, so tired
Under a stone, underfoot, underneath...
Let me sleep.
It's Christmas eve and there's no wreath
So let me sleep
Easter's come and gone, no, no nobody's home go away because it's
Time to sleep
Valentine's Day and I'm all skin and--
Turn off the light
Go to sleep.
- Title: Bones
- Artist: in a pinto forever
The stones seem quite assured, indeed, that our dearly departed RIP. The Father would have us, "if you'd please," spare him those myriad tears awhile... but what, I wonder, if in the unbeating hearts that lay beneath their tattered rags of cloth, the resting were, in fact...
(nothing to do with the poem)
- Date: 11/27/2011
- Tags: bones