A lazy eye lid makes smutty winks with thoughts of dawn approaching
in heaving rooms the sagging walls are folding
Old Father Times' made fools of them what chance if any do you stand
Greedy with seconds
Moved on to minutes
Now only hours will suffice
Tell the day, warn the week they might be next
Beware the lips that smack and salivate in darkest corners
As its easy to forget the teeth that gnash and grind away the whimsy
those mad apologetic tongues lash dusk to night
Which slams the door walks the floor in your room and whispers spittle in your ears
Sleep
Let those cotton dreams weave tapestries warm you in that semi-death between worlds so suspect
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