It's 9:00 am, and I can't get a damn thing done,
I'm sure it's because you're stuck in my head;
messing around up there,
exploring in places you need to stay out of.
I thought after the last time you agreed it would be the last.
I bet you'll be back tomorrow.
Fighting sleep for no reason other than fear of breaking tradition,
A tradition of not sleeping.
Makes me wonder why I ever stopped in the first place.
I wish I had an answer,
But like so many others who suffer from this disorder
I swear my eyes are closed, the lights are off and the drapes are pulled
Nothing here to keep me awake
Except for the fear of sleeping
Fear of what I see when my mind shuts down and subconscious takes over.
But, what am I afraid of?
I wish I knew. But I don’t -- never have.
If I did have a clue
I would surely write about it.
Standing on a mountain top
looking for my home.
The rolling hills,
green with tobacco are gone,
cleansed from the earth.
Now I see bare slopes
and muddy ground,
peeled away one layer at a time.
I look for my home
but there is nothing here to see.
Yesterday I hit my son with a golf ball
Today I hit him with a snowball
Tomorrow we're playing baseball
If you don't like the weather
wait 20 minutes
If you don't like getting hit with round, white balls
keep your ass inside
or learn how to duck and catch
I also pounded my kids with snowballs, just because it's fun.
It snowed today
not a remarkable event
The weather does not impress me
Even as the grass turns green
and the azaleas bloom
I know they will die again next year
But today I wiped the snow
from the lid of my charcoal grill
opened a beer and lit the coals
The snow on my patio melted
uncovering the yellow film of pollen
and I was reminded that spring came early
and this year there will be no flowers in April.