No Sleep Hour 26
Oct. 25th, 2004 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonIn & out, up & down, and run around go my loop to loop thoughts. Circus daredevils on motorcycles racing along the walls of a caged sphere, below them hungry Chakra sharks swim around a dark forgotten depth of my gene pool. Sometimes they launch up like rockets into the air, snatching one of the cyclists off their bikes,& dragging them back down to drown under the cold Theta waves.
The numbers on the alarm clock are watching me! They know I can't sleep so the bastards march across the early morning, keeping me up as they drill & change guard every minute. I bury myself under the pillows and twist the sheets into a cocoon around me, I hide in my lonely bed trying to wait them out...
My arm is trapped between the elevator doors in the office. I yell for help but no one comes, the buildings been evacuated except for me & the powers been cut, nothing but the red glow of the emergency exit signs flickering. I yell again & this time I hear something crash around the corner, desks are overturned violently, the crackling of movement on broken glass, I can hear what sounds like whales suffocating and I feel a sick knot of fear twist in my guts.I start yanking on my arm to pull it free- I hear a pop and feel it go dead in the socket- suddenly around the corner they come -limbless corpse people that crawl on their belly towards me, flopping around like asphyixating fish, they're swarming both sides of hallway, coming closer- I realize I have only a few minutes to chew through my dead arm but then I remember it's in a cast so that even self canabalization isn't a option. All I can do now is wait to wake up.
I'm back in the land of the living. I see that i've slept 20 minutes & I have a little over an hour before the alarm, I can hear the roomies still watching TV- safe like monkeys in a cave- they live in the rooms next door and a thousand miles away at the same time. I listen to the muffled voices of some movie, the flushing of the toliet, the soft slam of the refridgerator door...
I know I won't be able to go back asleep, so I summon my angel harem. The painful little wishes of flesh that I make quietly to myself- The Cats & Witches, the Artists & Dancers,The Mad Poets burning their words across my skin, the Never-mores and the Never wills and the ones made ghosts by time, the ones that laugh like the wind in the sun, the ones that seduce with madness and the ones that strip tease out of their indifference to me but it doesn't matter they always become her in the end, and my love aches like a wound so I stop and free them from my vision. Phantom women evaporating in the growing dawn.
I rise in the dark and get ready for work, I turn off the alarm and stare out the window, thoughts small and distant like the last stars of morning faint promises of light just out of reach.
The numbers on the alarm clock are watching me! They know I can't sleep so the bastards march across the early morning, keeping me up as they drill & change guard every minute. I bury myself under the pillows and twist the sheets into a cocoon around me, I hide in my lonely bed trying to wait them out...
My arm is trapped between the elevator doors in the office. I yell for help but no one comes, the buildings been evacuated except for me & the powers been cut, nothing but the red glow of the emergency exit signs flickering. I yell again & this time I hear something crash around the corner, desks are overturned violently, the crackling of movement on broken glass, I can hear what sounds like whales suffocating and I feel a sick knot of fear twist in my guts.I start yanking on my arm to pull it free- I hear a pop and feel it go dead in the socket- suddenly around the corner they come -limbless corpse people that crawl on their belly towards me, flopping around like asphyixating fish, they're swarming both sides of hallway, coming closer- I realize I have only a few minutes to chew through my dead arm but then I remember it's in a cast so that even self canabalization isn't a option. All I can do now is wait to wake up.
I'm back in the land of the living. I see that i've slept 20 minutes & I have a little over an hour before the alarm, I can hear the roomies still watching TV- safe like monkeys in a cave- they live in the rooms next door and a thousand miles away at the same time. I listen to the muffled voices of some movie, the flushing of the toliet, the soft slam of the refridgerator door...
I know I won't be able to go back asleep, so I summon my angel harem. The painful little wishes of flesh that I make quietly to myself- The Cats & Witches, the Artists & Dancers,The Mad Poets burning their words across my skin, the Never-mores and the Never wills and the ones made ghosts by time, the ones that laugh like the wind in the sun, the ones that seduce with madness and the ones that strip tease out of their indifference to me but it doesn't matter they always become her in the end, and my love aches like a wound so I stop and free them from my vision. Phantom women evaporating in the growing dawn.
I rise in the dark and get ready for work, I turn off the alarm and stare out the window, thoughts small and distant like the last stars of morning faint promises of light just out of reach.
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on 2004-10-25 01:15 pm (UTC)Sorry Soror
on 2004-10-26 12:30 pm (UTC)I just wasn't up for the SR(or anybody really). Trust me you don't want my moody ass bringing everybody down on yer wondeRful boi's B-day. One day they'll catch me w/ their butterfly nets and prozac/lithium away all my angst, until then....
It was rude fir me not to call back, but I got the msg at ten-ish, so I figured you weRe off and about.