This last poem says it. I will not be driving, operating heavy machinery or signing any legal documents for the rest of the day.
sleep deprived
outrageous
stardust slips into corners
like a guilty pleasure
turns thief of sleep
stardust slips into corners
while ghosts unpair shoes
turn thieves of sleep
hide hope in pants pockets
while ghosts unpair shoes
clothes assemble to seduce
hide hope in pants pockets
turn themselves inside out
clothes assemble to seduce
like a guilty pleasure
turn themselves inside out
outrageous
“while ghosts unpair shoes” is brilliant…I love that