The insomniae

I.

Keep quiet, oh building,
lower your eyes
lower your eyes while the toes in the dark
try to emulate that fly that went discreet in,
so silent, very mute through the air of blushing eyes
fooling it, the two in the cellphone´s false sun
a sunrise is and not, but still never a word please,
please mum it,while the dark roams the not morning
tiptoes the chill of the fake sunrise
the yawns of the cab´s mystery
mute colleague of the awake tired eyes.

II.

Said who?: Age will never give you
wide open nights, much like your veins
after a new routine
handstands your life 
and sends you swerving all over the new anguish:
youth will not bury you so below your mattress
that pillows will wrestlepin your eyelids
with the very first kiss your face is caressed with.
Behold your ears bloodbeating
with every creak and crack
all the spooks your eyearcs will create
one damnedly long night.

III.

You will make your ears hum
with every useless trivia 
the fantasized catalogue
of eternally stretched tictacks
as you ponder the missed and not
spellings:
Rejoice, the only lightbulb rron
are your nerves.

IV.

Swear to... eh:
Next latehour tryster
to make his not discreet cab
hum through my frayedness
will be singled out, labeled
and gossiped until 
the seniors, weekend sportsmen,
jog by, wondering about the ruckus.

V.

Pop joints
like you were a catsuited
hoping to not be discovered by
Professor Doom´s henchmen
and treat every movement
(D O N T B R E A T H E)
like a potential trigger 
for all red dots

VI.

Keep your skin tense
every hair sharp, alert 
like can-noses peering sharply
through the gate and the
WARNING
WATCHDOGS CLOSE
for the second
your skin stops madly rustling
like fleeing wings
and starts going numb
like the movement of the hands
(you don´t know if you are talking about the clock´s
or yours)

VII.

Three hours until sunrise.
You don´t dare dream of
sleeping in someone else´s bed
all thrugh a low to mid houred Sunday .
Still, Your drying eyes will be grateful
if your brain stops
scribbling your insomnia away in typos
and starts mapping out
an ideal bed and a perfect second handed night in the morning.