Saturday, October 16, 2010

An Oxford Midnight Said

Forty-six and a clickety-clack -
The background melody of lost tension sinewy like the wintry night:
It's never a good thing - this slackening of breath,
This stealth creeping up the spine,
This craving for that evil midnight snack...

Forty-six and a mind overwrought!
Fingertips pause, breathless, fearful, awestruck, contrite
At their own craving for that one word more...
It's never a good thing - this greed,
This need for that evil midnight thought...

Pause. Lie down. Let go. Sleep. Dream.

Scream.

Scream.

Await the melody of the scream.

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