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The Sleep Dealer


Every Day that Dies

It was all in his hands
Even my life, he had it
Me? rudderless, unseen
Dangerous were the days
I took comfort in the waiting
Tomorrows wouldn't have a meaning
Without the waiting
Living dangerously became the comfort
Time glided by like it fell from a dump truck
Clump, the days and nights fell
These are the minutes that grind me down
I light and spark. No relief
Invisible, I flip the pages of a catalog
No one knows I want it all to cover me
Not another emotion
Sun is on the far corner
I set out the Moonstones' manifest
and glorious colors Kundalini
Beautiful serpent rise
Bring me up
Sage burning in four corners
My magic plants, in vapors
And smoke
Tricks of the parlor trade suffice
It all washes safely down
With the cheapest whiskey
"Every day that dies
Is a celebration of death"
She said,
"Let us live this life
And drink to these illusions
And pass the Golden Goat"
Sleep dealer, I'm waiting

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