Peter Lilly: Poems

Agony doesn't talk, it shivers. It tries to blink away expression in wallpaper cliches. It is the bloodshot eyes beneath. Agony maligns teeth in tension. It thinks in spirals of acute intentions in the deliberate delirium of endless cause and effect. Written on the  9th of  June 2012. Written in response to a specific circumstance but my reading of the poem has expanded since, so I deleted the explanation.

http://soundcloud.com/peterlillypoetry/live-out-this-dream Drifting off to sleep  The templates of my dreams Are etched onto the insides of my eyelids, All silhouettes and whispers It wants to be more. Open my eyes to  Watch smoke rise and dissipate Diluted in air, and disappear Under the clouds of day, They're so far from here. If the best day  Is described as a dream Why do we spend so long awake In the limbo between the tangible reality of rest? Monotonous. I said that sleep is there To fuel the living, You said the day is there To inspire the dreams; When you feel most alive. Detached from your superfluous body. A perspective of daybreak Keeps me from slumber For to fear the light  Is not to choose a different reality But it is to choose unreality And unimportance. The ripples of the impact of animated sloth Stop at the edges of the bed And no one closes their eyes to think ‘right, its time...