The Big Sleep

Sacred addiction

            Secret life

       Special affliction

Worthless mind

Written in the Ancient Runes , the password

                  to the curse of happiness.

Nature strikes the Burning Lamp, filled

                with Liquid Death.

 

The Lunatic Is Not Real.

 

       The lunch-critters are quivering

                    with fear.  The too-phantom

            bites into them with ease and pleasure.

Satisfied, she crawls back into his ear.

 

Defend the head that aches.  Chew the

       capsules and relax, as you slowly

  fade into the BIG SLEEP.

 

The little tin-drum, serves the maniac

         that holds the little tin-can.

 

 

©Timothy Grassan

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