Sleep

I’d rather recite, than try to sleep at night

A rambling reverend’s rant to seven deaf raging red belt men

Draw flesh raw getting sawed with a saw,

While Bob Marley plays a cordate guitar

Read a bible blind walking backwards to class off time,

Crossing without street signs of some kind to blindly guide

Away from wind chimes and apple rinds

Stand outside minus sunshine

Be engaged to a guillotine with a dull sheen,

On candy mountain with Charlie

Hear that Shakespeare saw me with a standardized english test

Copying

Rather than lay awake yawning.