Sandman Gone Fishing

Floorboards creak and clocks tick
Eye's ache and won't stay closed
the small self won't loosen it's grip
Creak. Tick. tap. ache.
This buzzing is no om
just the robot keeping strawberries fresh
Itch. creak. buzz. tap.
The table groans for me to lay down
This really drains the pack.
Yawn. Buzz. Tap. Groan.
Onomatopoeia delays Atman's rule
And barely counts as art
Clink Buzz Tap Tick
My consciousness strolls the desert
Droning Scuffling
Paste the gritty taste in my mouth
No fun
to waste ink
like this
At least I don't want to kill
At least the plateau is as out of mind as it can be
No fun to burn in the sun
Itch I try again
At least I don't wanna kill