sleep, don't wake me:

If I could paint
I would these half closed blinds, lit and peering by paranoid neighbors, half asleep: half in a dream, an abductee of a frozen frame, a refugee caught in a dried and rotting wooden square

if I could paint you'd be a sunset
long since gone, but whose laughter echoes in the dark
stark as halogen lamps
ark buzzing the shell of life into these streets,
somehow more desolate than empty in the dark
more alien than me 
stranded behind the wheel,
spun spirits, hallowed, break me

Pillar, don't take me
I'm but dragged at highway speeds , a vessel
paralyzed but fleeing still
trapped behind a window sill
pressed between these sleeping pills 
redline thunder, white knuckles, wake me , please wake me!!
-- every rose-marie, rosaries, crying out to forsake me
counting beads, as I plead
ON MY KNEES, ON MY KNEES
WORN THRU TO THE BONE 
FOR YOU, FORSOOTH 
ARCHANGELS​, SHAKE ME

Pillar, please don't take me