Fragment of sleep

Wispy fragment keeps me pent up,

humming of a dry mosquito.

Flickering shadows, burn to a cinder,

Vapid smoke of a bloodless gut.

Do you fear the cloven slipper,

12 tog duvet of self pity,

yellow bellie jar 
O Caterpillar,

Winter burns your frightened eyes.

I am the fateful hornet,

i am the nest of wasps,

i am the bread of heaven,

i am the total cost.

If you see me 
leg it splinty,

over the mountains,

valley of the shadow,

have i come to dwell in velvet,

like a TV or a cat,

purring gently till you feed me,

with some rotting fetal carcass,

or a bag of monkey piss.

This is the deign,

this is the riddle,

this is the benign assault on reason,

pillow fights with loaded feathers,

lighter than an ogre's cub,

belligerent fiend i cannot slay you,

haunt you, cut you, mock you down.

You are made of globby friction,

and you taunt me 
silent curtain,

waving like a dying whirlpool,

full of spiders 
and trombones.

11/09/18