I´ve tried with milk
Melatonin
Imozop, Rohypnol and barbiturates
I´ve also tried writing poetry
maybe I should stick with milk
I´ve tried walking
barefooted
out into the dew wet grass
with my face turned towards
a high strung Jupiter
in the november night
with the carton in one hand
and the glass in the other
in the way too silent buzz
from this faceless city
without eyes to close
No eyes
no sleep!
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