Insomnia

I love to read poetry, it's

One more nail in the coffin that makes me

Too free-spirited to be of any real use to the

General population of hard-working, logical

Folks.


Sometimes I lie in bed and

All these verses tumble around in my mind

Not sure which way is up or

Out.


And so I get up and make a pot of

Tea thinking that it will help soothe the

Savage beast and  lull my racing thoughts

Enough to rest and refresh but it doesn't always

Work.


I love to read poetry and to wrap my tongue

Around words of prose and verses sweet but

I don't think poetry is what keeps me up at

Night.