Sleep Is A Cheap, Lover
I will not indulge
That expose solitude
As a place
Where I lay my head.
This Western comfort
Has made me afraid
To own a gun.
I’ll load the chamber
With imaginary bullets.
Using my splattered brains
As a representation
Of lucid thought.
I have it
And all the strangers smile
In the afternoon.
I practice my social endurance
By treating my head nods
Like a bow.
Just one more glance
One more hello
I will have enough practice
Goodbye to sleep!
Hello to living!
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