Insomniac

The clock hands spin like the earth in a motion my brain cannot digest

The ache from my bear trapped jaws pulses like a radio signal from my restless head on my pillow that itches like hot wool

I writhe
I feel mummified

Who could sleep in this coffin
I feel I must throw my weight against the invisible lid

I feel the cities buzzing like vibrating cell phones
They wait for me

I hear my car alarm heartbeat
My marble eyes roll kinetically

My tomb is slowly being sealed
Voices maim my ears
My words do not exist
They are glowing bits that belong to fate and men who sit at glass desks and count stacks of money faint with cocaine
But paper could not hold them safer or more secure
They would run and wilt with the rain
Or kiss the steel floors of trashcans contorted in ugly bundles

I can not win
I am impermanent as cloud animals
At the mercy of the wind
I stab my flag frantically into the ever shifting sand