Jan 3 2024

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.