insomnia

Early morning

before the sun,

I lay my head

no longer young.

Pushing for sleep,

but it is lost.

Cold *** weather

cookies been tossed.

Water glass

next to my head.

Yawning slowly,

the living dead

Sleep is distant

can barely see,

thinking of you

here next to me

Scratchy sheets

and lumpy bed.

Springs are poky

clothes been shed.

Take a pill,

take two more.

Go out to town

find a *****

On the corner,

there she stands.

On broken glass,

and dented cans.

**** her once,

and then again.

Lay back down,

find sleep my friend...

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