The night drags lately on unhinged,
The ringing just for me to dwell,
To listen beyond any noise and find it further still,
I'm found in murky dreams so frail,
They hardly hold a pull and so descend,
To settled sheet like drowsy sediment,
I am sleepy with the time,
I am gorged on frantic plays,
The hidden inner man has walked upon the face and is now to rest.

Lingo flamingo!
Have you come for bingo?
_No, dear one, but bringing lingo,_
Tongues of fire for awed impression,
Skulls for unencumbered laughs,
Modern people in their little windows,
Talk in pictures as they did in ages past.
🔥💀

Poem,
Cut,
Shorter,
Like my hair.