i c a n t d e c i d e t o s l e e p

I dreamed and woke to fizzle pop and it wasn't easy
when I felt the noise all drop and silence bloomed, lingered queasy.
I fell victim to the bottomless tomorrow--

I slipped a flower in my ear and only heard machines
pumping hearts and blood and oxygen--honestly it seemed
like it might be a good idea to slip and dream away
another bottomless tomorrow, today--

My leafy tongue lay motionless in my thorny teeth
drooling puddles you could slip on if you never watched your feet
eyes glued, fixed, and blooming to the sunshine tv
you look like you've been sleeping days.