sleepers of the night


For Jack who is dead, his rapid-shrinking carcass
acrobat on my wall.

Splat! ‘Here goes one more bloody…’
my brother flipped out
while I sleep
like a senseless: muse-bleat
flitting in repellent-fumes
Jack The ripper had difficulty breathing
while I sleep

my 21st birthday-sleep.

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