Insomnia

Laying half dressed on the couch

Lunar streaks across the wall

Stare into a beating fan

Envisioning of those who can

ponder other thoughts of he

 

A sip of Joe at half past two

A music video from 82’

While all’s asleep and none’s at home

and time breathes still as a tree

Stirring sugar, thoughts of me

 

Sleep wont come, I count the specks

engraved neatly on the wall

And see a face, an old man crying

a bullet speeding, a dragon laughing

The dogs are barking

 

I stop to think how not to think

The sugar rush has long been drained

Every muscle aches for sleep

Close my eyes and hold them still

Too sultry of a night

 

Following the blades rush by

humming in a ceaseless motion

The mind can try to allocate

derivaties of the changing rate

She streams on by

 

Can it be true? A passing dream

I saw her once and all was good

But like the dawn there is no more

A pair of slippers and out the door

Wander aimlessly

 

Nightly shadows make a wager

tournament of earthly wit

Who can be the first to fall

Make meaningless the works of all

Who know