the new black

oh dip, here I go again
this time spinning and laughing
thinking out loud with my keyboard
glued to my melting mind
which can't complain about
everything it still can't forget

i wonder what these days
is as real as i
think

i guess i don't let it surprise me
when i wake up still sleepy
checking calendars for the year
month and season

it's always fun when
i try to let it surprise me
and how it does

i sleep like marmalade
bitter and dripping on toast
and looking for a rug
like its my job
to fuck up your floors
when i fall upside down

tonight i'll dream that i can sleep for a year
or two or three
no one has ever died from sleeping too much
and if they did
doctors would still blame unknown causes
so i digress
but i refuse to admit defeat on this claim
but who cares
you could sleep a whole lifetime and still find yourself
waking up
so tired and smelling like shit that it would stop your
heart

i hate my poems
but at least they don't rhyme
or make any sense
even to me
and i still write them
sometimes.