Restless and Unreasoned

Night presses blunt nails
Into my shuttered irises,
Crooning scratchy songs
That bounce like the skipping
Beat of ancient grooved vinyl,
The half-sleep of limb and
Mind, unwinds the tight mesh
Of reasons restraint,
Brain snagging on exit
Wounds, talk and walk
Hallucinate, the scuttle
Of dark spots across
The walls, convulse
In the twisting grip of your
Split face, your disembodied
Carnality drags me under
Shame needs no consent,
The razor edged butterflies
Take wing with sooty moths
Drawn to the flame of self
Destruction, makes for a hard
Berth, slip under the covers
Of darkness and care not
For the inevitable turn of day.