Bryan Middleton

Sleeping On It
By Bryan Middleton
Fahrenheit Founder
(Taken from Undecide Everything)

He looks like the combative fire-flung type –
that small bit of Aries retardation that makes it all the more stomachable.
Engines that idle sill use gasoline, and most of us rev them up at stoplights
just to reassure ourselves we are still alive.

hotter and hotter until you burn holes in yourself

Most days are crowned with a smile - a silly little grin you would associate with rose colored glasses bliss - if you really wanted to prejudge that much. But he still knows that most things will be all right. That some things will not is keeping him awake for two hours too long, and there is this point when listening to the sleeping CD ...at about track 5... a high point will jar him awake from
that disassociative state when the music is drifting right above
and mixing with thoughts that have voices of their own in that mush
like his friends are talking to him about things he worries about
in the back room of the Crocodile and he is just nodding at them.

Awake, he knows the sleeping CD is anything but.
He flings over, hits the power switch, and flops down as dead still.

humming of white noise dies out
screech of pink noise fade in
waver
hum
frown
blink
hum