The way you sleep


As still as a broken toy
But wired like a landmine
Waiting for something
I just haven’t quite
Figured out yet.
Every night across the
Silk-screen canvas of your brain;
A dazzling watercolour
Of ferocious intensity.
Ten long years of painting
Where all the colours
Smile and wink,
Dance to Moby,
And kiss each other
Hard on the mouth
Like Mulholland Drive paramedics.

One thought on “The way you sleep

  1. and more dance to moby.

    holy carp i dont think i’ve heard that guy in years.
    but it brings back some vivid pictures… even mentioning music is more vivid for me than the the many vivid pictures you painted with your colorful words.

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