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.