INSOMNIA OR SOMETHING

Spinal necessity exists
Between ludicrous loins
And the pulsating brain
Lumbering and slobbering
Separate from the mind
Which is tuned to distraction
Feeling every nuance
As a ricochet
For this sensitivity is not delicate
But damning and demanding

Tentative toes step around
Lightly sleeping memories
Which will bawl upon waking
Demanding delivery
Into the light of recognition
But, evading perspective
They become demonic in aspect
Causing crashes
Stamping all over corpses
Bringing them alive
And each of these ghastly debutantes
mutters softly
"Dream of me"

                                By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

Loved this poem. It has a myriad of levels on can take it, I think. I loved the lines: Tentative toes step around / Lightly sleeping memories. It just conveys so much with just a few simple words. Thank you for posting this poem. Enjoyed it very much.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it :)