the remote’s hiding under my insomnia

I hate the way you do that

I mean,

you’re a genre I struggle with,

you’re a giant magnet for mediocrity

and so obnoxiously,

tenaciously,

perniciously,

Herculiciously,

 

demanding.

 

But gritting my teeth,

I try to endure the absurdities

with maturity and good humour,

especially when

you say adorable things like,

this asthma medicine may cause asthma and death.

 

Then,

last night,

you completely wooed me…

while I was nobly quelling an uncharacteristic urge to punch my stress doll in the faceheart, conscience

(wait, is that even a thing? note to self, if it is, I need one. Poetic license only goes so far…)

some of the most beautiful words I had heard in hours

honeyed their way from the speakers into my parched ears.

There’s going to be a new Lego movie.

Out in February.

 

I hate the way you do that…

 

Inadvertent part two – I will never sleep again

insomniatic fluid

rest

pixellating away from the edges.

the rest

of you

edging my mind’s frayed seams.

the resting

of your pixels

seamfully inside mind’s frays.

arranged finally.

rest.