for the insomniac

for the insomniac

that doesn’t get R.E.M.

is something hacked

in the brain stem?


wired for sound

from white noise

to black silence

the inner voices

and outer static

neighbors parties

sirens screaming

but melatonin is

disturbing dreaming

rolls and turns

pillow punches

kick off the covers

stop caffeine lunches!

street light glare

sweats sticky heat

brrrrr… cold in there

need somethin’ to eat

like warm milk ‘n toast—

squishy ear plugs

blinder masks

sleeping drugs

or counting tasks

jumping sheep— why?

bite me, little tsetse fly

the late, late TV sadness

means no sleep madness

for the insomniac


sleep— precious


wherefore art thou, zee’s?

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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