These dark circles scream:
Raccoon Eyes!
Assault and Battery!
or maybe even Heroin Addict!
But I know they’re undreamt dreams.
I wait for their preview
to roll across my closed eyelids.
When R.E.M. hits
I’ll be ready for the feature presentation.
Until then, my body turns in the dark.
It collects tired skin and aches of bone.
Losing consciousness twelve hours after its expected arrival
is not an option.
Pushing through lead-lined doors of exhaustion,
I convince myself, tonight I’ll sleep,
but what I want, and what my body does
rest on opposite polls of this four corner bed.
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