Thursday, 30 April 2015

crib, only crib

sleeping til the end of time
the radius of a room
solitary, no wife
crib, only crib

no cry, but baby's there
crib, only crib
and i try to wake her up
but when she wakes she cries

then I can't sleep
reading when I'm writing
living when I'm dying
wake up, oh, baby in thy crib

I scream out playbooks
I destroy all toys
I kick my self
for my baby will not wake

crib, only crib
which is haunting my nights
only baby, baby
no one in sight

alas, there is room for the pen
every two hours or so
and I dream when I sleep
and my dream into prose

i hear a weep
crib, only crib
my baby awoke
cry,cry,cry

my wife is not there
she doesn't exist
how can this be?
you need two to make a baby

crib, only crib
I fall back to sleep
crib, only crib
the dawn shines on my newborn's skin

and thus, my morning begins

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