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When I sleep, I sleep for two to four hours;
last night was from ten 'til two and four 'til six.
I come from a lineage of paramedics,
but even they are conscious enough
on twenty-four hour shifts
to not be sleep-deprived.
On their forty-eight hours off
a paramedic might drink.
This is an all-too-common occurrence.
Maybe I visited the ambulance bay too many times
with bloody words and concussed slurs
and I think they're drinking because
they know when to stave off sobriety
and when to moderate sleep.
last night was from ten 'til two and four 'til six.
I come from a lineage of paramedics,
but even they are conscious enough
on twenty-four hour shifts
to not be sleep-deprived.
On their forty-eight hours off
a paramedic might drink.
This is an all-too-common occurrence.
Maybe I visited the ambulance bay too many times
with bloody words and concussed slurs
and I think they're drinking because
they know when to stave off sobriety
and when to moderate sleep.
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
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Written 11/01/2012
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 2 © 2012 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
This was inspired by one of ef-barber's Bits of Nothing in which she describes her sleep as fragmented. I took it from there and it became a poem about blocking out the world.Browse Bitlets
Bitlets 2 © 2012 Nic Swaner
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