John-Ward Leighton CD


sleep seems impossible
ans simple words mis spell themselves
as the brain resists organization
and the beat spreads out across the nation
as the late night drunks have finally
gone to ground
and only the gulls and crows are making a sound
as yet no panicked siren splits the scene
for some late night slow motion suicide
provided by the drugs of the street
and my eyes having trouble focussing
as the words tumble from my fingers
to the screen
and what I was thinking disappears from the scene
seemingly never to be seen again
and the girl mumbling in song
speeds the beat along
my blinds block the mercury vapour
of street light insanity
imposed on those who would walk
the streets of dawn
humming in their minds
that song that persists
and you can’t get out of your mind
and you toss and turn in the sweaty sheets
and your mind hums along
scratching at the
crack of dawn

John-Ward Leighton CD: Crack Of Dawn
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