Rock and Doris
in the nightmare crush
of pillows
where I wrestle
sleep
and thoughts
that ought to know
just when to stop
and where to go
and rain down blows
of wine and chocolate
on my mortal frame
I am too hot
I am too cold
I am too old
for this relentless
game
of cat and louse
for this dumb
stupid
night ‘n day
dichotomy
split personality
charade
I want to sleep
to rest
and not perchance
to dream
and I want it nightly
sleeptightly
hope the bugs
don’t bitely.
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