Monday, December 04, 2006

No sleep

Waking up early
i force the potent
black liquid
down my throat

Tired dragged
down my body
and out my
pink painted toes

I pace
from the crib
to the kitchen

from the sink
i see the frozen
world cased in cream

icy rainbow teardrops
hang from every cornice
and corner
softly weeping in the
early morning sunshine

god i miss sleeping
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1 comment:

funngirly said...

Loved this poem. Could relate to the lack of sleep and the bliss of coffee. My kids are now 12, 15, 18 but still remember being too tired to sleep. Something my husband could never understand. Also that our worst fights were over who was the most tired. So funny now to think of it. Thanks

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