Tuesday, July 14, 2009


(second draft of a freewrite rewrite)

As I spend waking moments
struggling not to be unwoke,
Whatever neurons I have left
try to fire as best they can
Synapses shoot electrical bursts
with increasing dullness
But I lay my head back, listening to music
Of summer and butterflies and rest
All I can feel now is just exhaustion, but a smile
Choices to be put off later
Sleep to be had
Now I lay me down to bed
And always will I be led
To sweet slumber oft said
Never mix wine with med(s).

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