‘let’s not do anything too drastic’
I say to myself most nights now
and instead of venturing forth
into the darkness with a gun
on my hip and cheap whiskey
in my gullet I swaddle myself
in the folds of a blanket that
radiates with memories so warm
they quickly overwhelm me
and as I lay with half-closed eyes
staring at the wall while
a sad old record hums through
the speakers of my stereo
I wonder if perhaps a spot of
hot hooch and some adventure
isn’t actually drastic enough
sleep
sunrise
poetrylight slowly filters in
as i hold you in my arms,
with head turned slightly
to let out the drool,
to let out long sighs
of contented sleep,
as i lay here
not asleep,
not drooling,
not content,
watching the gradual growth of light.
exhaustion
poetryand the moment has arrived
in which the need for sleep
is undeniable,
but still i resist because
the morning alarm will come too soon
and all of this
will start all over again,
and before i know it,
i’ll be right back here
sitting on the couch,
watching tv,
feeling my eye lids grow in mass
as they irresistibly work their way down;
but if i give in,
will the cycle ever end?
A Heavy Sigh
poetryA heavy sigh
Two tired eyes
They carry me to bed.
A long yawn
The straining squint
And my reluctance gives.
Weighted eyelids
With slowed speech
No way I can resist.
So for now
Sleep take me
To you, I submit.
Haiku
poetryBeneath warm covers.
(this restless world never stops)
I could sleep forever.
the people they just talk in their sleep
poetrystrap yourself in
you are in this for the long haul
your eyes can only see
ahead of you and your
legs can only jump so high
so tighten those straps,
buddy
it’s gonna be a long haul.
everyone else will be asleep
we suggest you do the same
let the ends
justify the means
get on that pole
and dance
with your mouth shut.
thoughts on the coming moments
poetrysleep like a slow moving semi
carrying solid lead bars
still hits you pretty hard
should you choose to tarry
if only for 7-8 hours a day
poetryall day long
i look forward
to the sweeping
encompassing
oblivion
in which
i cease
to exist
to think
to be
fall
poetrywe fall into
bed like jumping into
the ocean welcoming
the undertow of
our dreams and
gravity’s
effect.
Quarter-life moments
poetrylaying in the half-light
of Sunlight’s struggles
to penetrate fabric
considering the options
stay
go
sit
lay
turn
roll
sleep
wake
making no decisions
only processing
considering no ends
only meaning
at least you never fail to impress
poetrythe night before an early rise
i worry my sleep away
fear of a lack of sleep keeps me awake
the times before our every kiss
i anticipate the fun away
building up a normal kiss to something great
four thirty a.m.
poetrybeyond the cove
and the cliffs
echoes the lonely cry
of a nameless bird
while most still
sleep.
today i made a real investment in my future
poetryi finally found the heart behind the holiday
but thankfully, i wont have to ever again
i planted
100 trees
not so much to save the planet
but so
i can sleep in guilt free
for
100 arbor days
i don’t expect to outlive that
haiku
poetrySaturday was an ocean
which I tried to circumvent
with sleep.
the sieve and the sand 