wherefore art thou, insomnia?
pulling them lids up on my peepers
to catch the first crusty rays
of hateful sunlight
blaring on the back of the drawn curtains
like a fist of glorious light
streaming
over a radio crackling
and cheerfully droning
through its seventh hour
of reassurance that
there is surely no hope for humanity
for one second i get a dream
here or there
and then you pull me up again
like a shoe off hot gum
the sun melting my beautiful repose
till it hangs down off my heel face
in long gooey strands
pulling them lids up on my peepers
to catch the first crusty rays
of hateful sunlight
blaring on the back of the drawn curtains
like a fist of glorious light
streaming
over a radio crackling
and cheerfully droning
through its seventh hour
of reassurance that
there is surely no hope for humanity
for one second i get a dream
here or there
and then you pull me up again
like a shoe off hot gum
the sun melting my beautiful repose
till it hangs down off my heel face
in long gooey strands
