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    dots Submission Name: note to self: go to sleep, assholedots
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    Author: meoww
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       working 55 hour weeks + being a self-confessed insomniac subsisting on roughly 5 hours of sleep a night = one grouchy bandit in general.


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    dotsnote to self: go to sleep, assholedots
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    no mention

    to what
    you describe
    in what you
    assume to
    be a red
    balloon arcing
    toward double
    helix rainbows
    crushed between
    stamen and
    pearl and broken
    headphones still
    warbling in
    that static
    random
    nothingness
    pervading
    this still
    yet smoky
    air which
    could give
    birth any
    time soon to
    a bluebottle
    baby strangled
    by its
    own
    umbilical
    insomnia.




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      i myself sleep at least ten hours a day. at night i just lie there resenting my lover's blissful show-off snores.
    (sometimes i elbow him, and claim i did it by mistake while searching for the cool side of the pillow)

    i'd comment further, but i am terribly superstitious.

    (a beautiful read!)
    | Posted on 2009-04-02 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ]
      O wretched poet that I am!
    who shall ticket me for dysfunctioning
    under the influence on the superhighway
    of the adrenal death spiral before I am murdered by an incoherent drifter...

    sheep, sleep
    slept, wept
    sheet, speak
    cool, crept
    | Posted on 2009-03-13 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      as i was saying before in a blur the other day...
    i never suffered from lack of sleep until now. (i think this is what is making me so super-sensitive). (sheesh, i don't think i have cried this much in years). my mom always says: you were a sleepy child. and now makes me drive long trips, so she can talk to me, instead of watching me sleep.
    too, i have always been able to find the zzzzz'z anywhere. it was a tell tale sign that i was comfortable, if i fell asleep on one's couch.

    between night sweats and a rammy mind, dreams seem non-existent these days. i am so sad about that. for seriously!!!

    anyhoo, in your jase-way, you put it down and let us know where you are. and [censored], if i could just find the words of a poem for once, maybe i wouldn't feel so [censored]ty about it all.

    i feel ya, is what i am trying to say.
    | Posted on 2009-03-13 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
      ...... goodness,
    this is me [with the smoke added, just for poetic licence.. i mean arn't all bohemian types supposed to be most creative in a smoky environment]
    i have that umbilical wrapped dangerously around my neck....

    well, apart from freaking me out [for a minute only, since i never really thought you would describe my existence]
    i found myself drawn into this one.

    unfortunately,
    i now have to go and face a pile of coursework
    that needs attention before the morning.
    i love the crazy images in this, the formatting is effective and, the way you tell us how it is makes it for me. cheers!
    | Posted on 2009-03-11 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ]
      Do you sometimes prescribe poems on James Dean sides of tracks to engage different parts of the brain or

    is it only that you like the thought of readers spinning round the skyheld broom and then running left to crash into right facing walls? :)

    I very much like the reference to the balloons. As you progress through the poem there's the strange effect of feeling drawn higher the further you progress down the words and you know you can't just keep defying odds.... there has to be a pop somewhere....higher...higher...

    at the same time there's the embryonic near-stasis with it's distortions of sound that to an outsider seem like and suggest a spacewalk... and I guess we're all outsiders now because you only womb walk once-- unless you are very small (and what man would admit to that?)

    I'm sure I didn't follow this the whole way through and I'm growing to like that. It's another excuse to return to the poem or to read the comments others leave. I was interested in the assumption. I guess as it relates to the title it simply means you can't find sleep.

    The stamen and pearl interested me too as if it's a genetic marker for the bluebottle baby

    "umbilical insomnia" *pop*

    and of course I can relate, work is a constant Everest
    and 5 hours sleep will let you know that fast.

    Get yourself a mind mantra and repeat it and don't you dare think in poetry or count the dwindling hourly increments left open to sleep.

    Enjoyed this one a lot.

    DB
    | Posted on 2009-03-11 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      How stinging that is... indeed you must find your moment of sleep. Find in the waking that everything has fallen into place. Rest.
    | Posted on 2009-03-11 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ]


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