Thursday, August 09, 2012

Increments




Insomnia takes the form
Of sleep in increments
Of two or one;
Three if I’m exhausted,
Four when I near death.
But even then, I’ll pace
The parlor, refusing to
Lay down – smelling
My own floral arrangements,
Wishing everyone would lighten up,
Take off the black and
Tap a keg with me
Inside the grave vault.

9 comments:

  1. I sleep in bits of napping so totally got this.

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  2. Well that would be me in the picture without my sleeping pills. Ha1 I laughed at "smelling my own floral arrangements". But I concur...everyone lighten up (myself so greatly included!)

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    1. Oo I didn't know you had sleep problems, Annie. Hope they're not too serious.

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  3. This is me too, Ben.. I take catnaps.. Love the poem...

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    1. Thanks, Susie! It's funny you say that. The original title of the poem was "cat naps" :-)

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  4. sleep is sometimes a luxury.
    nice poem. very!

    lisa

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    1. Thank you :-D

      I'm not really a big fan of sleep. I like to feel the night!

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