Worth it

Worth it

or

Staying out until two am on a school night, when you have back to back plans the following day.

or

It's a self destruct

My yawn could swallow the moon,
unsettle lost ships on the seabed,
steal someone else's larynx for sleep -
it could devour neon bars,
late night walks,
every bus, pedestrian, ashtray, bicycle.
It could flip my body into submission
as if a cage fighter looking
to unintentionally alight something dead in me
on the pavement,
beside some scaffolding,
opposite a church,
hips hit floor.
A yawn could awaken something
I've been intentionally outrunning-
lungs flapping aggressively,
a horse bolting from home,
a truth -
that rest is best done
when safe, when alone
and it cannot be found
in the Dead End
building houses of cards
whilst singing to System of a Down.