There was a man

outside Tim Horton’s  –  fast asleep.

His whole world tucked in around him

Himself splayed out, blissfully asleep on the street.


The thought of sleep how I sleep, how you sleep,

how we all sleep.

With our world in disarray around us from concrete to mega thread counts,

our mouths hanging open as we sleep and retreat.


Sleep in peace, oh terror of the earth, we who walk

in poverty and wealth, who talk of peace and terror.

We cannot collectively see when we sleep. We pass by

death each of us entering the abyss of us.