Daytime Sleepwalking

by Shaun Terry

I lumbered
From long, sweet slumber;
Lain lackadaisically,
Carelessly
Unaware,

Staring at stars not there,
Lazily;
In phase with the buzzing
Of ruminants.
Impatience keeps

The spinning
Of soft-spun tapestries,
Like lights
From LED displays
Informing me.

Boringly, snoringly,
Abhorrently
Screaming
In the ether,
Ever wide-eyed dreaming.

Slack-jawed slapstick,
Last-ditch
Fiending,
First-step graduates,
Immaculate scheming;

Themes of think-thrifting,
Grifting,
Unbelieving.
But cheeks touch ears,
Creeps tuck fears

Between lines
Like cold crimes
Kept in light
For unawares.
Save me, sweet savior.
I savor what is spared;

Hollow saccharine,
Packed aptly
For impaired.
Nourishment
Administered
For fending off
Despair.

Who’s there but us
For a whimpered
Manifesto?
It’s blessed by bold,
Bite-sized bumpkins.
How they
Bend low

To listen for a sign,
Through plastic kitchen ware.
They observe
The unobservable;
The rest they pitch and pare.

But if you look
Into the water,
Close enough,
What they’re fearing
Is staring back at you,
If we’re the crew,
Then who’s steering?

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