Friday
nobody likes a sleepyface
someone so insomniacal
sullen and bleary, befuddled by noise and scents
they deem all action too intense
conversation confounding with humor
they do not want to laugh
the sun is too bright
these clothes don't fit right
and their back and their neck
nobody likes a sleepyface
because where is their mind
what to do, what to do
misery they look it
they cannot think of one thing
except to touch their head
and close their eyes
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posted by ismateo on 11.9.09 3 comments
labels: befuddled by noise and scents, poesy
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