take

when rain buzzes round me
like the slumber, I put off
when the day, falls around me
like the lumber of malaise

I'll just wish for clearer waters
keep on treading, churning flight
till the bags under my eyes,
the ones I ask for, take my face

and the grace, of that prostrate,
pose I dream in, takes the maze.

when I trudge through my classes
and I feel naked, stripped to cut-outs...
when those hands, tick around me
and I steal shut-eye from the day

I'll just ache for the next time
I lay down, I forget
and the face of recumbence
casts my shadow off, takes my daze

when those feet, writhe beneath me
taking orders from, faceless bells
when the street, stretches stolid
out in front of me, I am gone.

when I hide behind sandbags,
come and find me
wake me up