Dream Schizophrenia Swirling voices in my mind
drift my soul to schizophrenic sleep
talking in intellectual circles
conjuring inscrutable metaphors
speaking of esoteric matters
making no sense at all
there's four of them
they bat my eyelashes with shimmering matrix of conversation
whilst I catch my winks
and no sleep had in their presence
ever does soothe,
for heir jabbering collective unconscious
jars rest imperious
and renders eyeballs stained in uncomprehensive blood
and elicits corrosive rust to reside
in the stubborn hinges of insomniac sockets