It’s hard to remember sleep
How did I get so confused
Dialling the wrong number in the dark
Hoping for a thief
Or defender
To pick up my soul
Curious trips
Messages that sing and soar
Rain that cleanses like soap in the mouth
Flimsy shinings
Traces of lines
Running in the night
How did I get so confused
The loneliness of insomnia
Wraps its arms around me
So tired
Traces of lines
Running in the night
She holds out a hand
I am really quite good at solving puzzles
But you
You are a curious creature indeed
A stilted story
All this nonsense with powders and pastes
Her voice sings
Mine is flimsy
So tired
More Wasteland than Wonderland
A collage of lines
Running fingers over skin in the night
Three am callings
Trips and messages I can hear but cannot reach
It’s hard to remember sleep
How did I get so confused
I hold her hand like a star in the night.
