Conc

messersmasterful:

A languid yawn 
surges through me,
body trembles
insignificantly.
For a moment
enceinte eye-
lids shutter down
and i entertain
the notion of letting
them lock up for the
lonesome night.

(It’s only 6pm)

So, with the
deliberately sluggish
co-operation of
brain cells and
nerve impulses
willing to brave
the synapse journey,
the order is given
to raise the
pair of blinds
sworn to protect.

(My elaborate
cobalt eyes)

Sleep must wait,
as i am quite sure
that convention 
dictates that 
waking hours
must span a greater
distance of time
that those spent
hunting down
irresistible specimens
of dream.

(You know the type)

Yes, dreams must wait.



M. W.
8/1/10