softer pillows, caffeine cries

[dommer88]

softer pillows don't seem to answer
the caffeine cries that ring my ears
but heavy eyelids seem to weigh in
off the charts at the worst times
my rods and cones refuse to sync
and let me read in a straight line

my hands get lost in a strange garden
plucking bushels of oily hair
my fingernails are looking filthy
dirty cells from the top layer
my hygiene falls on the back burner
saving time with time to spare

i've been betrayed by crowded cushions
doting on my weary peers
they softly cradle my whole body
atop a blur of bruised veneer.

these heavy lids, once an arbor
lose support, come crashing down
the gleam of blue fluorescent orbs
covered by curtains freckled brown