Cerebellum Sleeping Demons

Take a gulp

from this vast bath

of fair and black

mistakes

you've run.

Sleeping, my seeping secret stained pillow

Puts it's jagged pressings hard

Like the spines of chubby knives arranged in spiderweb

To my raw and tender brain.

Stick'n, "pop" 'till my tongue slides down my gullet or the sun assaults my face

Leaving cerebellum indentations drooling greasy.

Oh, lonely lull of meaningless shame

I taste my sadist future in your itinerant whispers

Which gnaw apart my vital peace

Like noisy clockwork copper imps.

If my lowest needs did not have me vised

To nibble through each nightly maze of doubt

Gauntly, towards the distant hours of the bright,

I should cut forever free my spotless clutter!

Vicissitize all the sick truth-

White deviled outroduction-

Be once genius heaven blessed!

Yet red eyes

These horrors that hold me

Hopless in my torpor

Claw their way under every midnight lid

To tour the dooming nullities of my subliminal hell.

Just to wake myself competent

I must wrestle the malvelance quickly

Into hazardess memory cages

That the days lock tight,

Yet, the shining stars burn at with ghostly swords;

Lest this dread foray of counter-time tenacity

Unbuild all trace of sanity

Even in my waking.