The Safety of an Invisble Blanket

The word could be out. The word could be in. Like it or not, the next word is ten. Once upon a nickel there was a strange little tickle. Go figure. Why not a dime which is a far easier rhyme? The thing is that things are things that sometimes fatigue us. They have their own logic it seems. Confusion? Maybe a ceiling fan and a deck of cards.
The weirdness of madness is that it never happens when you are clear-headed. A fence just will not go away on its own, so perhaps it has to be jumped. Then, there you are, in a completely different place.
The cold beer of silence can throw you for a proverbial loop. Flashing skeletons.
Candles burning on just one end. Candles burning a message to send.
What about all the rays? I mean, where do they all end up? Under somebody’s bed like a monster? Or do they wind up in a bad song?
Winding and twisting and taking care of all the listings can be an exhausting experience. The world keeps spinning on its mysterious axis and some people still snore at night. Some even grind their teeth. There, there, there. No reason to panic just yet. Get a good sleep and sleep on the good sleep and wake up looking forward to a good sleep.
There are no curtains in this apartment. Just blinds. The sun probably blinds if stared at for too long a period of time. That’s a thought eclipsed by a recent purchase of reading glasses.
It seems like glasses should be vessels from which we drink. Maybe baby it is just the plain fact that pencil spelled backwards is licnep.