I can't sleep.
My old remedies
gather in the corner
and have lazy orgies
to sell their points same as before.
Aye, the mind be a powerful thing.
My teeth grit to the rhythm of a song
I haven't heard in years
and the rest of me drags itself
to the present.
Listen to them snoring over there.....
Braggarts.
Sleep will find me
when I least expect it.
While I'm reading the funnies
on my favorite porcelain mattress.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you have the ability to do what most people cannot..
string together words that make my belly dance, AND you do it ever-so-smartly.
for that i applaud you, not once.. not even twice.. but three times ma' lady!


