Guilt on toast at 3 am

Guilt on Toast at 3 a.m.

Jabberwocky lost in maypole ribbon’s gathered from your Sponge Bob lunch box.
Can you find your way?
Tangling wisps of hair yank thoughts of falsetto memories echoing, bullhorn down the tunnel of time!
Will you find it matters?
Supercilious breast beating, caterwauling petty nuances safely tucked in sleeve and trouser cuff, beards your uncircumstances.
Are you charting successes?
Baby whisper goo and blabber...butterfly to caterpillar... microscopic ocean curls of minutiae pound a carnelian shore.
Are you the only one that remembers?
Awake the night blue sky sailing stars of pinprick spite aluminate the dawn.
Will you ever sleep again?