Feel the mattress tense beneath me
like the muscle of non-sleepy;
feathers flexing will defeat me,
and it vexes me completely.
And the hexes heat covertly
like a slow low-flying turkey,
like a Texan drying jerky
but his meaty mitts can't hurt me.
With my steely will compounded
in a mighty mound that's hounded
by the snap your steel string sounded
just before your snores unwound it
And in store are dreams so daring
that the night can't stop from staring.
And I'll swim sweetly as a herring
through the ether, not despairing.
Go to sleep, you stunning sky;
gently creep cunning by.
A quiet hum is amplified
by your thumb, that you su*k dry.
Hundred raging waters
snare the lonely sigh.
And you hold your breath
and clasp at Cassiopeia.
Hundred raging waters
snare the lonely sigh.
And you hold your breath
and clasp at Cassiopeia.
Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia