Close my eyes
Springs pop them open
My limbs busy writhing
Fulfilling some yet unknown task
Black zooms in and out around me
My bed is feeling flat
Time to put myself to bed
What a fun proposition
Soft sleep slumber
Up ahead
In someone else’s room
So many thoughts
But nothing to think
Just whizzing premature impulses
Playing my body
Toss and turn
Just can’t flatten myself down
So I try to compress
All this mess
Into a serene package
Kurt Cobain
Doesn’t sound like anything
Just reverberations pressed to my ear
So I bounce around
Try every spot in my room
‘Till it gets the feel
Of a padded cell
Now what

A


Sweet
Lullaby