The Draining Eyelids

Going to make myself stay the heck up tonight.
Tomorrow isn't planning to refresh.
I'm going to be involved in a knife fight.
The plan is to jab his skin and kick as well.
It will be darker than ever.

Who hasn't dipped their dark tabasco
In a danker hull of the Corrigan sea?
Looks like others other than me.
Horrible southerners! Sorrowful we.
We as the ripped of chest
Who wrangle the rest of us dippers,
Search out skippers.

Boat,
You are the boat that keeps my drums from angry voice,
Though, you're dependent on water.
But, awaiting the knife fight involvement.

Childlessness,
Body's playing recorded message.
Temple is sighing & pushing erase.
Son of the Socket, I say unto every last:
That one's for chase. This, for submission.
To give his life less trouble,
I could let him go definitely.
Force him out with anger
And/or save self from what's scary.
And here I go to try
Then wait.
...He won't leave.

Look, you will, when eyelids are draining:
More is remaining.

--Keddiz