After Midnight

I'm just awake
with the clocks
all glowing
ground down with grazing
from thought to thought
eyes like goggles
swollen and garbled 
and no stars
to blink with
basting the gloaming
it's just me 
and the typewriter rain

I'm in somnia
and can't get out
flailing or breathing
from heartbeat to heartbeat
sleepy but hanging
strung out
strung up
strung taut
a bow
silently screeching
hoodlum tyres
and wind down lids

I'm hunting
for a peace fish
scales like dominoes
and a unicorn's tail
blow me a bubble
roll me up
and float me
so slow 'n' easy
a lunar tide-rider
slip me to sleep
on the shush
of the shore



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