poppy seeds after dinner
can't get to sleep
cough syrup prescription
can't get to sleep
passed out cold bottles
can't get to sleep
if only you could
adjust my dreams
but there is too much stimulation
too much to partake in
and regret
semantic pulses
chapped lips
abandoned bedsides
and the words they use to make it alright
any of it
(scared away or finding their own piece of mind)
say nothing at all
and the ones that stick around
only stay until you finish them
because we're only gramophones
with lipstick
typewriter clicks
press press press
hands on
if we break down
fail to compute
operate out of line
we get trashed
words like tease
or bitch
are flung across
our wire workings
and we're tapped out
or left on the curb
marguirite, machine
this mechanism can't dream
nanobots in my head
i place them steadily
because i can't speak
react
or dream
unless someone else allows me
even artificial intelligence
needs a sleep function
i'm just
a melted modem
burnt out batteries
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