Drooling Pupils

Insomnia and mania, or manic insomnia.

Long nights, long days,

Screeching whistles from the bat winged harpies playing in the sun.

I swear I put a dog collar over the tree stump last week,

Wonder what happened to the dog?

I should probably go out and check,

But now it’s impossible to tell through all their beaks.

Should have embossed and embellished the points of each ear,

Small silver trellises of moonlight into nursery rhymed eyes.

C’est la vie,

I’ve got a lockjawed dedication that demands fevered lacerations,

And if they leave a few eggs on the ground for breakfast this evening "

-so much the better.

Author's Note

Been awake for too many days...and this was originally awake for too many days, be gentle.