Angelica Bustle


Will you sing me a song?
I cannot sleep. I have tried,
don't take me for a fool
saying words, meaningless and cruel.
Meaning's lost when I close my eyes,
I cry when it gets dark,
I die,
and in my tiredness I lust
for life, yet my life in sleep abides.
Do you see my issue?

Damn it.

I say you're time, like the river
of crude lines, I shiver
at the bites I have been given
by Time's teeth, laughter brute
and simple.
The hours are stretching as a chord,
and I feel like it will snap.
When it does, will the days contract
and fall?
When the time passes through me
as I fail to pass it by,
sounds of ripping
flesh molesting my eyes
closed and mind alive,
will you hum a lullaby?

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death, sex, sleep, song, time, tired

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2020

Form: Free Verse

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Comments about Spasmodic by Angelica Bustle

  • Sandra Feldman (11/22/2020 5:18:00 AM)

    All inclusive life, love, time, death.
    A gigantic poem that so much in it includes and that is written with such prolific and different surrealistic images, metaphors, sensations, one cannot forget!
    A magnificent work of poetic and communicative art!

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