Delirium Tremens, English Existential poem

There's beautiful women
Like three-dee whore's shadows
Shifting about on my bed
But only inside my head
At kaleidescope points
Of my hours and eyelids
As I try not to see
And to slide as a
Ghost ship
Into dark night.

And when sleep comes then
The men come too, a vivid pack
Of savages in glorious
Technicolour they slander
Even as they splatter
My blood
And shatter my bones
As I writhe in the noon
Daylight of my sleep and kick
And bite scream bite again
And fight for my
Life like a guy knocking
On the door of the raped dead
On the floor.

And then I climb out of
This nightmare sleep
And the sheets feel
Like the water of that
Ghost ship's sea
Which suffocate
This new me who exists
In a momentary flash
Of this slash flick
He draws breath
Our body cold sweats
I feel like death
Infused with apocalyptic
Poetry.

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