Friday, 19 June 2015

Late Night Movies


Why do I sleep?

It does not smooth the corners,

But gives my world more jagged edges,

Dreams, a soap operas of deepest fears

And a Fight Club in my mind.


I wake more confused,

And tired of life   

Than when I went to bed

I fight through the morning

Trying to fight treacle.


And people I have lost,

Hated and loved

Come back in glorious

Yet gaudy colour

Shout about the flaws

In my days and

Talk in code about problems

That cannot be solved.


Like an immortal coil

Of horror

I ride a roller coaster of angst,

But they are never screams

Of adrenaline joy

But real horror

In my dreams.



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