The kind of thing to be found in my head at 5 A.M.
Gouts of water clatter down the gutter
Like trout sprouting will-wings to fling themselves up their river
I can't compel my body down into sleep
Like trout sprouting will-wings to fling themselves up their river
I can't compel my body down into sleep
posted by rilkefan at 15:50
2 Comments:
Those (t's) in "Gouts", "water" "clatter",
"gutter", "trout", and "sprouting"
imbue the "t" in "can't" with insurmountable insomnia.
You may have cured my narcolepsy.
Irresistable force meets immovable object?
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