Least Read Poems About Insomnia

take care of what you determine at twelve
whether you the age or the clock
if you decree never a marriage to try

or decry a sleep it just might be
a concrete pariah
who, who decided that twisted co-pilot

oranges in the gridded street sockets
would inform the sky a tiger aspect
has growled at them or the landing

pad of the tiger-lily was a welcome?
it only achievable during daylight,
the decisive division of tick-tock

laps up like a cat sand-tongue
the deep bruise a low-
lying overripe...

dark chocolate,                   cranberry
toothpaste  
 
    you text to meet up  
dark chocolate, cranberry-   decline
 
     with teethy  
emoji for no                  hard feelings
 
swish in my mouth  
the            years                              ago
 
  next to the buckthorn bristled path
can’t sleep                   can’t brush yet

Glancing at the clock anxiety paralyzes my thoughts
Forcing a deep breath in shakily I exhale
Exhausted and drained I quell my clamorously racing thoughts

Crawling deep in the soft plushness I arrange myself
My two fat squooshy pillows I prop up against the headboard
Pulling thick downy blankets over my head I fashion a breathing gap
Quieting all thoughts I focus my breathing deep inhales slow exhales

Quickly drifting off my dreamscape shifts into the icy bowels of Gehenna
Legs flailing arms swinging I struggle to wake while chanting...

No alcohol, no anesthesia, no pill, no hypnosis
Don't you dare say counting sheep ...
nothing works
To help me fall asleep ....

Then my mind wanders about
Flowing meandering near and far
Spiraling deep down to the core disarmed
Until I fall deeply soundly blissfully ...

Into her open arms ...