Sir

I haven't slept,
And a busy day stands tapping his foot,
Like a teacher expecting a report,
On a book I haven't read.
Sorry, sir.
I need more time to prepare.
Time to eat a night,
So I can stand a morning.

-o0o-

Invocation of Winter

I will do tonight what I hate,

reduce myself to empty state.

Unheart myself, dislodge the clot;

see the pain but feel it not.

shush my choirs, dispel my covens;

dispassion my furnaces and ovens.

Cool my soul to ice and flint,

make emotions rare and skint.

Free my tongue of emotive tastes,

dry my lands like salty wastes.

Unhuman me to still the pain,

so at least this night I might remain.

Winter steal it from my chest,

so I might find some time to rest.

Winter pray my heart to keep,

here to lay me down to sleep.

-o0o-

Can't see bed for sleep

You get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Get some water
And you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Make some tea
Then you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Make some supper
And you get into bed
But the lights are still on
So you get out of bed
Since it's morning

-o0o-

Insomnia

Welcome to the land Insomnia.
Drink of our wakeful wells.
And be reborn in this utopia,
where the wakeful mood swells.

Uncomfortable pillow, tangled sheet:
these are our mountainous boundaries.
The sweat soaked summer's heat,
industry to our foundries.
All cramped in restless feet
our business women and secretaries.

We run a well oiled machine,
to keep you here,
to keep you awake.

-o0o-