There is no sleep in the calm
\ncommotion of dreams.
\nDoctors\u00a0probe my body with
\nslivers and saucers of steel.
\nPostmen take notes.<\/p>\n
Maybe this is my year
\nfor a new birthday suit.
\nThey are less daring than they look,
\nand no one knows what I know
\nabout my hands and balls and joints.<\/p>\n
Ah, these collapsable lapses,
\nthese fold-away faults.<\/p>\n
In the bargain basement
\nof my mind I find
\nmy portable plug-in electric chair.<\/p>\n
I squeal — and ignite.
\nAnd there is no sleep
\nin its ghastly light<\/p>\n
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There is no sleep in the calm commotion of dreams. Doctors\u00a0probe my body with slivers and saucers of steel. Postmen take notes. Maybe this is my year for a new birthday suit. They are less daring than they look, and no one knows what I know about my hands and balls and joints. Ah, these … <\/p>\n