Another One

There's something about this piece that I don't like... I'm not certain really, but I do know that I like the last stanza and the fourth and fifth lines on the second. Just a little scribbling to get the creative juices back and flowing.


Sleepwalker

By moonlight in the rainy night
Slick contours of shivering black
Wrapped their shadow fingers round
My frozen, iron toes; stumbling
Along empty, eerie, passageways.

Oh my stomach!—stick with me now;
Do not desert me as my mind!
The coward, the coward! Run he has
Along the way to hunt down dreams
That trapeze off the precipice.

I dance, I dance!—sleepy Rumba
Music drapes the lining of my bed
With its gossamer, milky flames;
I hear loud tapping—is it drums,
Is it the knocking of my knees?

As I drift down the swirling barge
Upon the river of my sleep;
I do not know, yet stay yourself
And watch as I dissect tigers
For the ancient Indus Queen.