narcoleptics wander around vacant shopping centres
dispositions eating holes into their tablets of melatonin,
escalators mince their tired bones
into tessellations of lethargic veils

faceless executioners line the shadowed pavements
their gaping mouths inhale toxic fumes of the sleeping,
possession stitches their eyelids
into the insides of soft pillows

the blue moon tenderly smothers ill-fated sleepwalkers
into the creases of their perfume stained mattresses,
dawn severs their limbs
with burning shards of sunlight

the television flashes dull light across the grit of my walls
piercing through the liquid strings of my dejected thoughts,
until my nightmares drain the world
of all its splintered happiness.