pillow talk

it's almost time for bed
almost time to shut off all the lights
and crawl into the covers.
time to quiet my mind
before it slips into something more comfortable
the silk sheets of the subconscious.

it's almost time to get serious
to figure out what i'm doing
to be able to point
in the direction
that i intend to move.
almost that time
isn't it?

to have clarity
to have certainty
to have tunnel vision.

well, i think i still have
a half hour
or a half decade
to cuddle with my confusion.
to love it
and squeeze it like a zit
that i can't stop squeezing
because i'm so curious
what will come out
behind all that pus.

inevitably, it's always blood.
and i know that.

and i like that?

strange.