Antilullaby

    Spinning wheels outside my window remind me of somebody.

    Their rolling harmonies made up of

    baritonal engines and rattling suspensions and skidding bottles clink on the concrete kerb. Sleep disturbed.

     

    Fragment breath, a running jitter ignites up my aching neck.

    I'm swimming circles adjusting, 

    I cannot be still, I'm trying until the street light seeps in prising

    eyelids wide. Where to hide? 

    Rock me awake, Antilullaby.

    Sing me wide-eyed, Antilullaby.

    I'll pay you in sunlight if you warm up my night, my silent serenade.

    Comfort yells, familiar footsteps and slamming doors.

    Home-stamped smells awake my senses. Absorb all the

    sliding paper towers and typing keys for hours, a shake to awake you but

    restless legs think for me.

    Rock me awake, Antilullaby.

    Sing me wide-eyed, Antilullaby.

    Oh, rock me awake, Antilullaby.

    Oh, rock me awake, Antilullaby.

    I'll pay you in sunlight if you warm up my night, my silent serenade.

    If you warm up my night, my silent serenade.