Troubled Sleep


if troubled sleep was the source of all poetry

all poetry was but destined to sleep

shut all blinds down shut empty grief

you once told me how impossible it is to breathe

conjugal love is such a beast

so stay away I did from any resemblance to meet

never asking how or why a beast is a beast

is it when eyes droop red and lactic acid does bleed

in your veins no blood is left that you be a beast?

conjugal love is wrist slitting poetry to plead

but please let me sleep

with, not without you I can calmly breathe

is it this what you recently revealed

troubled sleep is the source of more troubled sleep