I can't sleep,
less my youth and beauty recede while I sleep.
I may live the longest in the eons of unintelligible existence,
consciousness without beginning or end,
and I'm amazed I don't nod out with a half cacked pipe in my hand.
But at least while I'm awake I am safe from my nightmares; monsters. The Manticore with
the head of a jetplane,
the body of a backhoe,
the legs of a train and
the heart of an atom bomb.
His green Uranium breath burns off all my hair.
I wake up groping my head.