I’ve Forgotten How to Sleep

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I am jealous of

lazy, sleeping men who take

the “standard” time to

 

Fall asleep in now

rather than blink endlessly

as the dawn prepares

 

I have containers

of salt, grit, cold metal dust

behind my eye-caps

 

I gaze slightly blind

around the soft chill of room

one, or none with sounds

 

Trickling throughout

streets ahead and beyond me

cities flying past

 

Brand New 3-year Warranty


 
Waiting for the man to
give me the warranty on my new electric heater, half price
 
The sign outside flapped
ecstatically

cRaZy pR!CeS!!, I read

whilst the same morning wind
blew in two other men
with the same bright orange as Mr Warranty

you warm enough there love?? ya look priddy warm.

mm, yes. turtlenecks. I mumbled

aw, where’s that cayute accent from?

my parents, actually

the receipt printed loudly amidst blokey chuckles
I left, lugging my heater away

noice to meet you, love!

ah, yep. bye…

trailing off down the street, heater in tow

I mused on people
and their differences

Strain

hubris-flavoured hair gel
down the side of his beaming head
transfixed in a gaze
toward the other side of the room
sweat gathering
soaking through the creases of his ironed white shirt
beige designer umbrella, $7.99
grip tight slip-slide
“well, hey mate!”
reciting his script
greasing the hinges, the bolts
where he puts himself
animal eyes left and right
scolding his twitching chest
the organ can’t forget
even in the iron-cased chair
before the inferior and after the superior
between a hundred other chest protrusions in a line
all slick with the shine
of protein-powdered biceps
cock-scented calculators
sum it up for him,
the greatness of being one like the others.