Exhaustion

Fell asleep watching 'Carrie' last night.
Fell asleep in the churchyard at lunchtime to the sound of skag-heads arguing in St Nicholas Churchyard.
Great yawns throughout the day like an abyss. The call-centre is far too hot.
I feel I could sleep for days. I am in the shadow of comas.
A punctuation of oblivion, punctured, one hopes, by dreams.
It is summer now.
The air is all heat-crime, seagulls and a lack of night-time.
The nights are thin and pale things, a barely darkness, a tenebrous fallacy.
Exhausted.
I could fall asleep now until tomorrow.