Keeper pt. i & pt. ii


Sunday, 25 March 2012

I keep busy

to keep from thinking of the times

to come I keep


to buy spare time from some

keeper of nightmares and dreams

who flushes me as I keep drifting awake

unwoken, yet full of fares for keepsake

a token, to remind me of our fate

maybe I wouldn’t resist sleep until it’s too late

when the keeper of my days

pulls me to the left

into his dark embrace.


Keeper pt. ii

Saturday, 14 April 2012

Right keeper yawns, his fingers gracing thin paper

when can I write something down?

Don’t make me write, and scratch it off later

Oh, your heart is a pawn

in danger of being struck

with a little dirty deal you’ll only regret later.


Left keeper races with words and paper as they scroll past one another faster than breathing faster than a heart’s meter again and again without break he writes without mistake every little mistake till the pages form volumes louder and louder as the shoulder gets heavier, heavy still, until…


you woke up and said hello to the right keeper

and the left, for good measure

in the morning, in the afternoon

in the evening, sunset, and just as soon

as you lay down to sleep


is a different day to keep.

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