It can be dangerous
To encounter something
Thought provoking before sleep
Maybe you will have a couple of minutes of afterthought
And then drift to Sleep
Or you may catch Insomnia caused by, and causing,
A series of jumbled thoughts
Thoughts that change paths quickly, sharply and often
So they are crossing and weaving
Going up and down, side to side
Forwards, backwards, short and longways
Until you have an apparently infinitely tangled mess
And that point a 9mm seems appropriate
To clear out this heap that has kept you from
Much needed slumber for the past few hours
-Whew
Don't take this as a suicide attempt though
No this is merely a desperate, fantasy of an attempt for some rest
The next plan may be to scream,
as if jumping from a building
Hoping that the thoughts would leave
With the air from your lungs
Of course that would not work
Seeing how breathe and ideas
Come from different parts of the body
And your not so cruel to wake those who do manage to sleep
So now try to scream inside your head
But really you want someone to hear it
So the purpose (which I believe I no longer grasp) is defeated
Well, you could scream to yourself,
Or God
So someone knows what going on
But then out of now where arguments break out
Upon realizing that you are fighting with yourself
You fear a schizophrenic diagnosis
And argue with God (if you haven't already)
About why he gave you two personalities
That fight each other into the wee hours of the night
Then your mind will just happen to wander
From the quarrel
Analyzing the last point to come up
Which drifts into a semi-related tangent
Then wander to something some one did
That this particular thought reminds you of
Maybe that meanders on ever to the actions
Of a character from some book you've read
And after rereading the book inside your head
Go on and review everything you've read by the author
And relate how similar the name of the author is
Related to a cast member of a mind bending movie
As the lost pattern of whimsy gurgles like a puzzle of
Light bulbs flashing with assumed direction but no
Real goal in mind, but just on and on, etc, etc, etc,
Captured inside a tighter, messier ball than before
It can be dangerous
To encounter something
Thought provoking before sleep
Maybe you will have a couple of minutes of afterthought
And then drift to Sleep
Or you may catch Insomnia caused by, and causing,
A series of jumbled thoughts
Thoughts that change paths quickly, sharply and often
So they are crossing and weaving
Going up and down, side to side
Forwards, backwards, short and longways
Until you have an apparently infinitely tangled mess
And that point a 9mm seems appropriate
To clear out this heap that has kept you from
Much needed slumber for the past few hours
-Whew
Don't take this as a suicide attempt though
No this is merely a desperate, fantasy of an attempt for some rest
The next plan may be to scream,
as if jumping from a building
Hoping that the thoughts would leave
With the air from your lungs
Of course that would not work
Seeing how breathe and ideas
Come from different parts of the body
And your not so cruel to wake those who do manage to sleep
So now try to scream inside your head
But really you want someone to hear it
So the purpose (which I believe I no longer grasp) is defeated
Well, you could scream to yourself,
Or God
So someone knows what going on
But then out of now where arguments break out
Upon realizing that you are fighting with yourself
You fear a schizophrenic diagnosis
And argue with God (if you haven't already)
About why he gave you two personalities
That fight each other into the wee hours of the night
Then your mind will just happen to wander
From the quarrel
Analyzing the last point to come up
Which drifts into a semi-related tangent
Then wander to something some one did
That this particular thought reminds you of
Maybe that meanders on ever to the actions
Of a character from some book you've read
And after rereading the book inside your head
Go on and review everything you've read by the author
And relate how similar the name of the author is
Related to a cast member of a mind bending movie
As the lost pattern of whimsy gurgles like a puzzle of
Light bulbs flashing with assumed direction but no
Real goal in mind, but just on and on, etc, etc, etc,
Captured in a tighter, messier ball than before
Still no closer to falling into bliss and dreams
Continuing a run around circle of red eyed agony
And what of Emotions
Before it was a string
With many frayed and loose ends
All tied into a childish knot
Now add your emotions from the day
A bunch of gunky wax and slime
You stuck with a coarse
stringy
mushy
smelly
tangled
and damp
pile of sspthpthtphtphthhh (a.k.a. crap)
And the only things
That seem a proper remedy
For this pile of crap
Are tranquilizers meant
For animals much larger than you
Or just a friendly bullet
(One with a hollow tip to really clear out)
You know you could get up
Read,
Write,
Watch some TV
But even though you are
Completely awake and
Fully alert
You are just too tired to up
But if by some miracle
You do manage to just doze off
This perpetual law of irony dictates
That your alarm is not even
Three moments from sounding
And in that ringing
Is a true moment you may wish to have that bullet
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
It can be dangerous
To encounter something
Thought provoking before sleep
Maybe you will have a couple of minutes of afterthought
And then drift to Sleep
Or you may catch Insomnia caused by, and causing,
A series of jumbled thoughts
Thoughts that change paths quickly, sharply and often
So they are crossing and weaving
Going up and down, side to side
Forwards, backwards, short and longways
Until you have an apparently infinitely tangled mess
And that point a 9mm seems appropriate
To clear out this heap that has kept you from
Much needed slumber for the past few hours
-Whew
Don't take this as a suicide attempt though
No this is merely a desperate, fantasy of an attempt for some rest
The next plan may be to scream,
as if jumping from a building
Hoping that the thoughts would leave
With the air from your lungs
Of course that would not work
Seeing how breathe and ideas
Come from different parts of the body
And your not so cruel to wake those who do manage to sleep
So now try to scream inside your head
But really you want someone to hear it
So the purpose (which I believe I no longer grasp) is defeated
Well, you could scream to yourself,
Or God
So someone knows what going on
But then out of now where arguments break out
Upon realizing that you are fighting with yourself
You fear a schizophrenic diagnosis
And argue with God (if you haven't already)
About why he gave you two personalities
That fight each other into the wee hours of the night
Then your mind will just happen to wander
From the quarrel
Analyzing the last point to come up
Which drifts into a semi-related tangent
Then wander to something some one did
That this particular thought reminds you of
Maybe that meanders on ever to the actions
Of a character from some book you've read
And after rereading the book inside your head
Go on and review everything you've read by the author
And relate how similar the name of the author is
Related to a cast member of a mind bending movie
As the lost pattern of whimsy gurgles like a puzzle of
Light bulbs flashing with assumed direction but no
Real goal in mind, but just on and on, etc, etc, etc,
Captured inside a tighter, messier ball than before
It can be dangerous
To encounter something
Thought provoking before sleep
Maybe you will have a couple of minutes of afterthought
And then drift to Sleep
Or you may catch Insomnia caused by, and causing,
A series of jumbled thoughts
Thoughts that change paths quickly, sharply and often
So they are crossing and weaving
Going up and down, side to side
Forwards, backwards, short and longways
Until you have an apparently infinitely tangled mess
And that point a 9mm seems appropriate
To clear out this heap that has kept you from
Much needed slumber for the past few hours
-Whew
Don't take this as a suicide attempt though
No this is merely a desperate, fantasy of an attempt for some rest
The next plan may be to scream,
as if jumping from a building
Hoping that the thoughts would leave
With the air from your lungs
Of course that would not work
Seeing how breathe and ideas
Come from different parts of the body
And your not so cruel to wake those who do manage to sleep
So now try to scream inside your head
But really you want someone to hear it
So the purpose (which I believe I no longer grasp) is defeated
Well, you could scream to yourself,
Or God
So someone knows what going on
But then out of now where arguments break out
Upon realizing that you are fighting with yourself
You fear a schizophrenic diagnosis
And argue with God (if you haven't already)
About why he gave you two personalities
That fight each other into the wee hours of the night
Then your mind will just happen to wander
From the quarrel
Analyzing the last point to come up
Which drifts into a semi-related tangent
Then wander to something some one did
That this particular thought reminds you of
Maybe that meanders on ever to the actions
Of a character from some book you've read
And after rereading the book inside your head
Go on and review everything you've read by the author
And relate how similar the name of the author is
Related to a cast member of a mind bending movie
As the lost pattern of whimsy gurgles like a puzzle of
Light bulbs flashing with assumed direction but no
Real goal in mind, but just on and on, etc, etc, etc,
Captured in a tighter, messier ball than before
Still no closer to falling into bliss and dreams
Continuing a run around circle of red eyed agony
And what of Emotions
Before it was a string
With many frayed and loose ends
All tied into a childish knot
Now add your emotions from the day
A bunch of gunky wax and slime
You stuck with a coarse
stringy
mushy
smelly
tangled
and damp
pile of sspthpthtphtphthhh (a.k.a. crap)
And the only things
That seem a proper remedy
For this pile of crap
Are tranquilizers meant
For animals much larger than you
Or just a friendly bullet
(One with a hollow tip to really clear out)
You know you could get up
Read,
Write,
Watch some TV
But even though you are
Completely awake and
Fully alert
You are just too tired to up
But if by some miracle
You do manage to just doze off
This perpetual law of irony dictates
That your alarm is not even
Three moments from sounding
And in that ringing
Is a true moment you may wish to have that bullet
Written a while ago when I often suffered from insomnia, but this night was particularly bad after watching a deep, surrealistic movie before going to sleep.
It is the longest poem that I have yet written, and if you have made it to the end, thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed it.
Also please let me know of any spelling or grammar mistakes if you catch them