Monday, September 13, 2010

13. Oh Sleep

13 is a tough number,
or at least a good
enough excuse
for why
I have nothing to write about tonight.

I'm home -
not working, with a
very strong chance of sleeping in my
own bed

And this in itself is worthy
of an epic.

Wars have been waged for this, and
entire civilizations have collapsed for
want of it.

Tonight I close with
the hunted thing.
I shall covet you no longer,
track you no further.

I'm already tasting the moment
I tear into you
and fall down and
down wrapped in your

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