Restless

Ya know, it grips me.
My feelings feeling gritty.
My feelings filling empty.
It's all inside my head.
Should be in bed.
 
I just chain smoked three cigarettes, walked inside,  
then decided i wanted one more.  
 
It feels like a need.
Not getting things done because it feels like a chore.
Working on bored on bored on bored onboard.
 
This time, as i stood, i made the choice for no shoes.
I want to feel my calloused skin resting on the pumiced concrete.
 
This time, as i sat, i made the choice, it's old news.
And here i am, no motivation, as i stare at cemented feet.
 
My toes occasionally move,  
questioning whether they scratch the surface,  
or it scratches me.
 
My mind occasionally moves,
Questioning if i think of nothing,
Then do i even think?
Then i blink. Repeat.
 
Maybe one hand washes the other
It's an odd feeling.  
......Time stealing.
 
I'm just sleepless.....
.....I'm just restless.
Tired. Yet wired.
Full on uninspired.
 
Second winds of bad timing.
Freeflowing stanzas and bad rhyming.
Can't even tell if I'm trying.
 
On a regular schedule,  
only four-hundred and seventeen days,
would make one a professional-level sleeper.
Please don't act amazed. 🙄
 
30 years later and I'm resting less,  
deeper.
Dream seeker,  
unable to keep her.  
Use her for cover,
I'm beneath her.
 
I could pull it in two
 
I could pull it out by the roots
 
Then plant a crop of hair,  
like brand new.
 
Bruised blues,  
night into afternoon.
At least, thinking of sleep, kind of soothes.