I pluck my eyelids from the clothes line
Where they were drying
from my mid day weeping
and iron them back on.
I super glue them shut
So they have no choice
but to stay closed tonight.
I lay in bed for hours
Searching for the off switch in my head
But all I find are more corridors
Leading down more rabbit holes.
Somewhere in the distance the clock
Mocks me - I'm late, I'm late,
for a very important date with Mr. Sandman
I guess I'll have to cancel again -
its hands are hammering minutes into existence
Using my skull as the anvil
Turning my eardrums into war drums
Signaling the enemy is on the horizon
Blue black light creeps into my eye lid
that never irons on quite right
A silent scout investigating the battle field
The scout retreats and reports an easy adversary,
Bird song marks the march of dawn
As sunlight radiates into my room
Melting the last of the super glue
and my eye lids flutter open
like broken blinds taking in the sun.
My alarm clock trumpets defeat
The other army has won.