Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Beard Fearing

I can't seem to sleep,
the deep dark evades me,
tirades,
and soap box shouters,
doubters
form a ring,
bringing praxis to its knees,
hefting axes
for logos trees,
appeasing fervour,
perverts of dreamtime,
miming violence,
fencing off choices,
moist lips spitting
ditties and frittering,
belittling free will,
stood still
I'm head baked,
naked,
forsaken,
taken to opposing,
choosing lesser paths,
wrathful but mindful,
carefully placing racing thoughts
on pillows,
bellowing lullabies



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