The Sandman

Left brain right brain bridge of your nose

Here comes the sandman
Left brain right brain you make me insane.

Here comes the sandman

Just past the bridge of your nose there are
Clouded faces swimming in your memories

Walking so softly

Into your spinal cavities pulsating womblike thinking
Not of nothing, floating tree rings static tv screen
Fractured shards of the house plant you dropped, cutting
Your hand on the pieces of the universes you glimpsed in the
Deadlands before sleep.
Sunspots and blurs, your groggy and throbbing thunder, the
Music of your eyes.

I am an egg I am a curled up shark waiting for life in
Its hard and twisted purse
I sense nothing. Only this.

only you when you blacked out and imagined
Birds in a sandstorm.

Creeping along in the tips of his toes

And he sprinkles his sand

With his own little hand

In the eyes of sleeping children

Go to sleep my little one

Go to sleep my dear