sleep

[Manslick]

the last thing you want.

a retired hippy grandpa commenting on life in a wannabe poet way
all cliché and shit with allusions to shadows and shit

reminding us of the light thru the shades of the window of your old fresh school

shut the fuck up old man
I'm holding on tight here
or can't you see that?

I get it.
It was hard.
It is hard
yea, I need money, so thanks for the coin
but dude,
Back the fuck off
i'm cool

my shit is cream
you dream
go to bed, sleep -


and know i love you.

 

[Manslick]

sleep.
really?
please no
i need a light
or no
I need sleep
or in my calculation I will be insane in a few raw hours
oh so that is my debt?
a few raw hours?
so ok lets do it
i can out-not sleep your nody head no nothing
see how wit i am? i say my name and the angels come
oh no, no, the right angels the wright angles.
and we soar to the top of the old dry wood to be ahead of the neighborhood
sweet silk legs lay in the waning light from the liquor store
in hopes of getting out of this dingy din
they agree to the ogre with the money
on this no man night
the shadows move like slow black boats on the dead river
no sound comes from the girls
but gold clinks down in the bloody bad bag
and the low light shows them the way
to another world for these hungry girls
slop water oars on the side of the boat
a slow hymn comes from the front
ah hoy young boy here come your boat
to lay a sweet pearl on your true willing throat
ah hoy sweet girl you know you are the pearl
this you will keep deep in your infinite sleep
oar over my ear with a soft whiff of wind
a rhythm like heaven
oar in the water makes gentle glip lips
and i see the moon light jump off the low crest
over and over like bugs on the march
i take it to heart and blow a huge fart
and still no sleep comes upon this big bag of guts
but open wide eyes like the fresh sweet donuts
the store on the ball is awake with hard work
so i let my eyes go dim and say you are a jerk