Say farewell
to sleeping hours above your bedstead;
waking just in time
for the twilight
to close your eyes again.
Carriages of blue && white
carry you to destinations
seen just before childhood,
but a little after conception.
Even the nausea && dizzy spells
feel golden;
You're reaquainted with sunlight
&& shaking the pallour from your cheekbones.
Can you trace the "P"
before it sticks in your throat?
Leave behind crumpled sheets &&
follow hobgoblins home to roost.
Author notes
Ahh the lovely blue and white capsules with a P but then, at least I dont' sleep the day away anymore.
