Remember those couple sleepless days I had last week? I do.
So now that I have time, and the Vikings/Cardinals game is at halftime, I wanted to type this out.
I wrote it around 2 a.m. on one of those nights… I don’t have a name for it yet…Maybe the post title?
In five hours my alarm goes off.
With a God-stomped chest
I lie awake on my side raking
the air for something worth breathing.
Near L4 it started, an itch, The Reminder,
and crept into my conscience.
Christ, in anxious mediocrity,
screams into my pillow.
On my back, the shadows
dance differently and I
see Satan for what he is,
No snake, but something suave.
My capoed guitar pleads,
“The GCDC, please”
But goes unplayed.
If the moon were out,
I’d feel called to something,
by someone, profound.
The pillow next to mine,
like the sky, hold no Shining Light.
No clocks tick or blink,
just skew math suddenly
beneath the white noise of a fan on
Low.
No absinthe or cigarettes,
just me, stuck — looking up —
breathing under water.
Well… that’s that.
I need to work on another presentation now. I was going to write a bunch of posts for Examiner, but I’ve lost my drive and have a tremendous headache. I’m weighing the idea of a “sleep aid” tonight. Hmmmm… Tylonol PM? Crown Royal? Nyquil? Captain Morgan? Hmmmm…
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