Thursday, September 4, 2008

Spontaneous Park Poetry....or the insomniac



Subtle as the grass


a supine warrior


gaining ground,


losing sleep,


covers unkempt and


twisted. The subtlety


of the resting body,


a deceptive slumbering


ploy, occasional tosses,


turns, dwarfed in the


momentum and


Dreams of self-awareness.


Clenching jaw, mental


jabs at just


Who, Where, What,


Why am I?


find sleep, fight


for answers. Come to


terms and,


Come to bed.

3 comments:

susan m hinckley said...

Even better in print and with illustrations. You're a genius.

Jake and Chelsea said...

Brilliant.


and you can do it!

Hannah Francis said...

well...i guess i can fall asleep with the help of my favorite little white pills.