It’s sleepless, in the runny night
It shifts and drinks its borders,
I stick my eye out from behind
My pillow: it blinks, blindsided,
And I am drenched in moonlight.
Oh let me eat out from you hand,
Like a trusting dumb mare,
And sniff –sniff! Sniff! –
The smell of quivering horizons.
Oh can’t you hear all the desperation
Spelled out letters, distracted,
Into the hungry mouths of the universe,
Adagio, my friend, bereft of
The bells, the bells, the bells!
Deep sunken eyes, from sleepless
Night ravings about a missing
Black raven of a madwoman:
Would you be the one to put me to sleep,
Eye for eye, and lash to lash,
Which weave softly to the sultry
Vineyards of the south,
Blinking, yawning under the lazy sun,
Where no blood spilt for a thousand years?