Tattling on Myself

[Leanne]

I think this shall be random,
full of idioms,
waking chalk - and dust bunnies.

The clearing out, of a dustbin mind. -- I'm not convinced that the proximity of dust bunnies/dustbin works as effective wordplay

The Awakening, minus Kate Chopin,
but added to wine and an addled (once errant), female. -- don't really need the comma before female

Reigned in, or re-awakened, -- reined?
which one fits without binding??
Aloof, yet tethered, I am here
and writing
and arousing suspicion
and counting out dust mites in sunrays. -- more dust, I'm still not convinced... should it be motes?

His jabberwoky cross impales me, -- jabberwocky
splits my head, and tumbles scenes.

Lifetimes.
I am, I was, I shall be.
But what?

The weight of a single shadow. -- gorgeous closing

Aish, the odd tangents here definitely fit the "clearing out of a dustbin mind" but I don't get the unifying thread that I really do like in even the most surreal poetry. You mention The Awakening and I think for that reason I'd like it to be stronger, more passionate, but then again you do add wine and that's got to confuse things a bit I understand that part of the reason for the confusion IS confusion, or indecision.

To be honest, the best lines are the first two and the last one. Those three make a poem themselves. The middle is just not happening for me, sorry.