Xeno Hemlock

the insomniac
lives by day and at night then
dies in the morning

the fountain of youth
is right there in your bedroom
portal to dreamland

the blood of peanuts
in your jar of sweet butter
you are a vampire

two listening ears
in this time of great trials
replenish my hope

unwise to assume
there’s soda in the teacup
drum’s my possession

you who can read these
beyond the words presented
are of kindred mind

one man’s ambrosia
is another man’s hemlock
cheese, quiche, and ice cream

zombified zombies
will shove you inside a box
fight and you’ll be damned

sandy grains of dreams
not much now ’til they compound
all in a day’s work

people nowadays
go make an ass of themselves
just for that fifteen

suburbian dreams
blossomed to reality
never let them go

the survivalist
treats all sunshine and rainstorm
as the same challenge

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