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I Deal In Sleep

27 Oct


How about you come with me, I deal in sleep. No sand or any of that shit, this is pure chemical relaxation. No hangovers and no side effects. I’ll make your bed, then you circle it,¬†anticipation is the best part.

When is the last time you slept so deep you didn’t even realize you were asleep? That’s what I got. Counting sheep is for the lame, take my hand and get some of this. You like warm blankets on cold mornings? A contented loved one curled up next to you? Then don’t look past me, I deal in sleep. No waiting in lines, just me…..and your sleep.

Clouds of bliss and heavy eyelids, soft socks and satin sheets, I got all that. You wanna conk-out or drift off? You like that heavy sleep with drool and eyes stuck closed? Or do you want some light sleep with light dreams? What you waitin’ on? Come with me.

I got nightmares and flying dreams, sexy dreams and adventures dreams. Fantasies and real dreams, you wanna be a man or you wanna be a woman? With no more delay, step this way.

I’m not the sandman, I deal in sleep, call me the sleep dealer. Now, let’s talk price. First born, last born, I’ll take anything. A pound of flesh, a pint of blood, I’ll even take your cash.

Yes, I am the sleep dealer, I deal in sleep, but you may know me another name………the government.


14 Jun

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I have exhausted my store of happiness?

It seems my joy has come and gone, I am a person out of time, born to late.

I reach out to take hands that are already full, hearts at capacity, she is spoken for and taken.

I fallen out of synchronicity with desires and needs, I no longer have the ability to distinguish a tree from the forest.

The heart wants want the heart wants and it cares not for details nor significant others, it does not recognize dogged structure.

I am being held hostage by the beautiful unavailable, that now seeks unmentioned ransom.

Will I be a one man show in a one act play, untuned instruments,will I find hands not full, hearts with space for a lonely traveler?

There be a warm spot next to me, waiting and wanting to be filled by she, that flower that needs a little help blossoming.

Is this wicked karma paying visits to the uninitiated who have forgotten past transgressions and unadulterated affair?

Good times indeed come and go, I guess I’m left waiting for the return, waiting for this light that shines from my heart to pierce this perfect darkness and find she who’s heart light has pierced perfect darkness.

I won’t pretend to be on bent knee waiting for she that this Earth does not know, passing season while she that this Earth does know waits for me.

No more sitting by closed window in candlelight as if waiting on payment due, I will move out to collect.

Though unavailable does not make she unlovable.