Insomnia Calendar

Insomnia lures sleep-time notes over my head
My head feels bloated, my nostrils stuffed with goo.
Come get to know me through the details in my breathing
Like cinders mixed with sand or some rusty cloud
that goes so slowly you really wonder if it's moving at all.
Or maybe it's stuck in the sky.
Who might I scare away
See me pacing words with a pure intent
only speaking a language nobody has ever heard of before.
Who might I scare away
Maybe some will be interested by the abnormalty of trying to seek sane
Of attempting to balance the woes of a world that is a tremendously
stubbed toe while pills are shoved down it's throat and hammers
are beating it's nerve
and i'm the scenic trauma for wanting to let it rest on ice for a while.

No because I never spoke your language before.
I only speak through sleeplessness
and get so flustered trying to surround a world to love
that only contempt and hate can result when efforts are gouged out.
I could read to you forever, being that cloud who sits content
But somebody will have to remind you of thirst, or worry
or schedule and off you'll run back to the growing pains.
And who might I scare away because of those interuptions
of the addiction to pain and fear,
where drugs are also mentalities, and addictions are states of mind

I beg for nothing, letting moment pass,
Don't change your calendar this time
I manifest passerbyer to keep me company
Drinking in thought and screenplays written by the wind.
Stare at me through your keyhole in the door
like the portal to a wooden world
Where walls are only dotted lines
but they seem so damn real now don't they?
Just like that cloud, telling you it's all silent
with A hint of rust, sun and moon eye to eye.
Don't change your calendar this time.