I keep falling asleep while reading

Here comes the thrilling immediacy - the trudging awareness
That curious ease that accompanies foggy stillness
Wreaths of glacial obscurity passing by unaware
Of me, that fool on the corner, or the eyes sidling left to right
Bungled impulses demurring flatly on the slick pavement
absorbing wet detritus from atop cemented leaves
Plotting perfidy and pernicious orations while
the stretch of worldly canvas runs backward unraveling
I huddle with bruised shoulders and bluish lips
Near the towering impasse which divides all knowing
And nursing inches of decayed tobacco leaves
I tacitly dash out ten stanzas in complicit agreement
with the written shade demanding tableau upon tableau
Tugging at heart strings and focus
Retooling the mechanics of my dreams
and drawing a dim, languid curtain
over the brilliant star-stuff of youthful pupils