It’s like this 
always like this 
my brain on
a stopped moving 
walkway there sleeping 
why my brain 
chooses a moving
anything I don’t 
know but once 
it starts again 
off my brain 
goes past ads
and people and
baggage until at
last it ends 
at the gate 
to Sleepy Time 

Some orgasm
I write 
with coffee 
to fall 
back asleep 
both things
I suppose 
are similar 
and familiar 
yet neither 
really help 
just makes 
things messy 
messing around 

I wake up 
talking awaken myself 
talking finishing things 
with whom don’t 
remember about what 
can’t say it’s 
as though I
have ideas that 
have no other 
way to be 
than this nonsense
of no good 
to neither I
nor the sandman 

When I tell you 
that I love you 
what I’m really saying 
is that I have 
always loved you and 
that I will forever 
love you and that 
this love is just 
one moment in an
eternity of my love 
that I had have 
and will for you 

What I have 
decided is to
give my body
to myself my
heart to my
friends and my 
mind to the 
world but my 
soul will remain 
with the Universe