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Sleeping with the Enemy

I’m getting laid
to rest
to bed
to infinite sleep
the slippery slope of slumber
the night of naivety is nigh
and the head that rests upon
the pillow
is a rushing river
for the slippery salmon
to exert, to exhort, to ex nihilo
to dream, to dress, too drab
was not our Zen the babbling brook?

This is a one night stand
up routine
down guillotine
to wrest
to dread
to wake is to rake
the life is an autumn leaf
lonely lusting for shimmering
light
to leap, to land, to love
to Christ, to crush, too cringe
no really, I’m falling for
you.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

One response to “Sleeping with the Enemy

  1. The diction here is brilliant – I love the way your word play propels the piece forward. Nicely written indeed.

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