The night woke morning up in a nightmare;
Broken sketches, weak dreams saw a nightmare
Tied to a stake, an ancient sacrifice
The stream fetched cups of blood in the nightmare.
The delivery room, a stillborn child;
The novel untitled in the nightmare
An empty house as an abandoned soul;
worths the cry to wake up from a nightmare
And there he sat,Eli, wondering how,
how the start and end swam as a nightmare.
Eyes fixated on nothing,
Talking, laughing at nothing.
I walked the streets with no aim,
Waving, raving at nothing.
I broke into tears crying,
Shouting, banging my fist at nothing.
Looking around suspiciously,
Shuddering, trembling at nothing.
I Vera, I am not mad,
But i am sitting, looking at nothing.
The queen isn’t coming over, buy a toy.
Desire killing joy, so much of a decoy.
A day of fulfillment, flap it , bake the day.
Same hit of joy, same location in a coy.
Blind sided, unfolding, Hunger strikes deep.
Wireless connection toys, life is a decoy.
Unconventional yet so indecisive.
Leave the mess Roy, cause today is a decoy.
Whip cream, needing a break, this is going sexual.
Another day’s toy, yet life is a decoy.
I should have held the sun’s first ray
when I woke up to see Wednesday.
Maybe an early bath will do
and not poke my eye like Wednesday.
I won’t forgive my missing dough
and go broke on a harsh Wednesday.
Just imagine me with no pen
When words choke me throat this Wednesday.
I even wrote this piece so late
when time spoke 6 on this Wednesday.