Drifting - 07/29/10

12:
By morning -
Not the sun-and-awake morning,
But the past-midnight morning -
I crawl under the waves
Of blankets
And then out.
Turn down the tv,
So I can sleep.
I crawl under the waves
Of blankets
And then out.
Shut down the computer,
The blinking LED heartbeat
Keeping me up.
I crawl under the waves
Of blankets
And then out.

Too hot.
Too sticky.
Open a window?

Sirens,
Horn honks,
Car speakers thumping
Pumping
Bumping
In the not-so-dead of night.


1:
Blink, blink.
Toss, turn,
Sit up,
Shake my head as if
It will help
Clear all the thoughts out,
Dump them out
And onto the messy floor.
Slamming door across the hall,
Someone’s up for a snack.

2:
Back, side, stomach, other side.
Check the clock,
Another hour passed,
Insomnia?
I hope not.

3:
Burning
Turning
Churning
Nearly 16 years
Of never learning
How to fall asleep?

That’s just not right.

Breathe.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Don’t think.

But in order not to think,
One must think
About not thinking,

Also just not right.


4:
Silence.
This is the silent part of night.
But it isn’t night.
And the clock’s bright lights
Say another hour’s passed
With no shut eye.

5:
Could be cleaning,
Could be reading,
Could be doing anything except,
Apparently,
Sleeping.
Skydiving?
Sure.
Learning to drive?
Why not.
Resting, relaxing, reviving?

No.

6:
Screw you,
Mr. Sunshine,
So divine,
Just not right now.

Drift off finally,
Only to be awaken,
In two hours.