(I am soooo sleepy today...can you tell? =) *HUGS*)

"Gone Postal"

So tired that sleeping is beyond question,
Someone wake my blood pressure up and tell it,
I miss it, I loved it, I’d write it but
Never left me a forwarding address would you
Leave me if you had the chance?
I mean if you manage to get around to it, just drop me
Off at the most convenient post office
And I will lick stamps all day, because
Caught inside a dream like this, the semi-peppermint taste
Might just be enough to scare me awake.

Gone so far beyond sleeping
Someone shake me until I start breaking,
My eyes are watering and there’s a sea beneath me
And we are sailing out again upon the waves
Salty waves which earlier dripped from my eyes;
Does it come really as a large surprise?
To your quiet nature, I serenade my noisiness, babbling streams
Of choruses of voices of growls of teeth that
Bit daily into the flesh of the mailman...
But I wash my mouth out so it don’t happen again.

Unconscious to the point of skimming into sleep,
Someone take me out of this labryinth and place me
Back in the puzzles that I am used to;
I can’t see the happiness through the glare of what
Is and isn’t and wasn’t there, but
It’s a string, you’re a string pulling me through these mazes,
And I am becoming the maze, I am a-mazed and
If you held my hand I would jump that cliff with you just
One more time but
You say you don’t want me to fall so instead you throw me
Into the sorting bin for the post office to sort and put away
Finally asleep, we’re no longer afraid
Of the stamps placed daily over my eyelids; Indeed,
This has gone too far.