Sleep Walking

(a real throwback...drop it)

sleep. . . . walking
too restless to lay still cause my minds eye is
focused on large bills
ending up with small faced tens
and discolored twenties to pay bills beyond my means
the starting transition of a fiend the hustle of a hustler, reason for vague dreams,
breaking down details to the minuscule degree
up nights. . .

Sleep. . . . stalking
things that counter my religious up bringing
split decisions turn into reoccurring things,
making my foundation quiver ,causing my subconscious to work over time,
making my body react by . . .

Sleep. . . . walking
eyes wide shut to reality with out this weed,
this liquor,
this tight tummy no name broad next to me
sweet. . . . talking

my demons, paying certain prices hoping they'll let me be
as I'm going thru withdrawals of substances my body can no longer endure
I'm at war with my veins to stay in the same place,
but they refuse me, as they dry
and they...wither away
I drift

sleep. . . .speaking
truth in whispers ,under the noise of the streets walking
. . . .to a silent beat,straddling a fine line,
as unknowns lay lurking on either
sidestalking

. . . .as the hunter becomes the hunted by a instrument of his own design....
this mind.....

sleep. . . walking
...aimlessly walking blind
long lost of my goals
I now rub elbows for nickels and dimes,
tap dance to the chime as they drop in my cup,
one dollar at a time . . . .