"Siamese Nightja-wu"
This is a
Siamese
Nightja-wu
I’m in-
my paranormal
pajamas
they call skin
Have I,
lived this all before,
Do
You
Hear
Me,-you-?
It’s ok,
I’m just
Changing
my memory-
No-need to
watch the news,
its way to happy-
Thoughts are,
slippery, few
No-need for theory
The life and lamb
A book program
I got it, a hologram
A telepathic telegram
It’s like a cell phone
all wired up to the wall at home
It’s like a ghost
the man of the house, the host
All this has happened before
After I come through the door
Did you see anyone
recreate the entire seen?
Are you aware of the facts?
this maybe a dream?
Are you receiving this
twice maybe, between?
Do you really sense, the day‘s
somewhere I mean?
An amplifier
rhyme amp
A stamp-able
time stamp
It’s so funny
Look Honey!
No one knows how all of this works
It’s all falling apart from all the jerks
The world’s closet is getting close to full
Everything’s been pushed back like wool
Sheep-happens in this Nightja-wu
Its happenings are fantastically immaculate.
The catalyst sits atop my wrist...tocks and ticks…
stoppages of a rocky mist...timeless...my mental megalopolis.
An octopus in sheep skin...I'm taking stock in this...
as electrons charge around my nucleus like a rhinoceros.
It's obvious...I'm cosmetic in the cosmos' population
my visage an eclectic collage...a constellation...
so I'm in the sky with diamonds...your observation?
I'm free from all earthly worries...an inoculation.
A conversation...
that I can feel coming in the air of this nightja-wu...
because I've been snared in its lair this night plus two...
yet it's rare I can compare this night's sight with you...
we two moon gaze...
I see a scene...the same...you too
Still gaze we shall...what must we do?
We trust its weight's not new...
but trust in who?
In my mind's rewind I recollect a custom hue
A hint of clairvoyance...a tint a hair buoyant...
or just deep blue?
navy...
maybe...
actions etched in stone or testing crazy?
I'm positive I've been tested lately...
because my left brain abates me...
the rest of it hates me.
Plus I can't figure out why I know these trees...
and I may be bending on broken knees...
as I'm up late nights...hoping for notice while my...
focus bleeds...
and can't tell the difference between locusts...leaves
So I resort to floating through the galaxy...
the only way I can make my ire leave...
and get that much desired sleep...
this nightja-vu miffs...misleads
or maybe I'm sleep walking through...rifts...misdeeds.
I'll make sense of it someday...with this beg...this plead...
but tonight...
We are Siamese...
if...you please.
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