This is why I sleep with a Fork under my pillow
or
Why never to finish Neuromancer at 5am

Falling into stateless sleep
dreaming of electronic sheep
lost within the MIDI loop
sounds that light the cybernetic moon
dreams in silicon, dreams in wire,
molybendium, polophony choir,
the tides of data, restless relentless
some sleeping dream fish
vanishes in a furl of irridescent fin
lost in phiber, from the meat
dreaming circits cannot sleep
mirrors watching without eyes
careful, careful, who is the spy?
dreaming sheep, dolly's twin
made of foam and synthaskin
wire wool and cromed cloven feet
is this the new devil in
the synthetic wool skin of the sheep?
and now my toaster looks at me
deep dreaming sleepless eyes
of toast crumbs and berry jam
this is why I sleep
with a fork under my pillow