Joanna Newsom

Feel the matress tense beneath me
like the muscle of nonsleepy;
Feathers flexing will defeat me,
and it vexes me completely.
And the hexes heat covertly
like a slow low-flying turkey
like a Texan drying jerky
but his meaty mitts can't hurt me
With my steely will compounded
in a mighty mound that's hounded
by the SNAP my steel string sounded,
just before your snores unwound it.
And in store are dreams so daring
that the night can't stop from staring.
I'll swim sweetly as a herring
through the ether, not despairing.
Go to sleep, you stunning sky;
gently creep cunning by:
A quiet hum is amplified
by your thumb, that you suck dry.
Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh.
Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopiea.