Beauty sleep

pour me a shot of jack
to numb my delusional fingers
from burning pages of lost time.
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tear a piece of my mind
seat it by the table sun,
gaze at the pine-trees
I borrow patience from the feeble  
waiting for you.
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you, getting your beauty sleep,
on the bed of my illusions,
with candy alarm clocks,
singing "you're a small wonder baby,"
the steady rhythm of your breathing
breaking into my world, stories of being tired,
running with the wild pack of crazy secrets,
hijacking my nighttime killer kiss.
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in the palm of your curled fingers
I'm waiting for you to wake up
to tell what wonders you saw,
little do you know,
you're a small wonder by yourself, my love
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I miss you, like the stalled time
that's trying to move on,  
still waiting for you to wake up
from your beauty sleep
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for Maria
2003