whilst deep in sleep
this past night
what felt like galactic body fell
upon this slumbering your eye ya heap
affecting immediate fear
lest worst nightmare would crush with might
but lo…just thee spouse
plunked herself with unconsciousness deep
unable to recapture pleasant dreams
well nigh past day light.
rather than emit shrieks
like some angry birds
the idea arose to attempt poem
to express discombobulated state
whereby grey matter
feels similar to thick whey curds
palliative restorative power
per rest will clear muddled pate
thick with grogginess and marauding herds
of zombie mailer daemons
worse than unsuitable mate
or a world wide web filled with nerds
thus lethargy purged
via catharsis with forming words
that follow rhyming pattern
to convey mood = to a synonym for turds.
respite from a cat nap as tonic no lion here
can spell relief and serve as balm
with pillow as temptress ever so near
beckons softly inviting calm
before this human
goes on a berserk manic tear
being revisited from haunts
inside block head of this veer
really caught by men in white coats
strait jacketing maniac in tattered under wear
whose ***** by the way oh
about the size of an average palm
yet taut for witnessing
deux score plus nineteen mortal year.
[email protected]alias: matthew scott harris
