I can’t sleep
Again.
How original…an artist with insomnia…or so I presume
Sleep by closing eyes
Let your
mind drift
but
the noises shoot your swollen lids open and we’re back to
SQUARE ONE.
At least I get a mediocre poem out of it.
Continued counting of sheep but their wool turns to cotton
And
The bahs turn to words spoken three days ago in a coffee shop at 8:27 pm with a friend you hadn’t seen in three weeks
And you
Wonder, why  you can’t be there now instead of…Oh
It’s 3:20 a.m.
When did that happen?
Plans of early morning torture are there and you know
If you don’t rest now you’ll be tired all day
VICIOUS CYCLE-
-sleepwhen you don’t want to be tired forever
God, I wish MY  THOUGHTS WOULD SHUT UP
that’s probably why I enjoy the silence
When you don’t let it get a word in during the day, it always wants out at night
I wonder if I’m nocturnal? Science point to otherwise, but I beg to differ.
Xoxo turns to ** over my eyes because I guess what they say is true….
I can sleep when I’m dead.