Insomnia

Tiredly wide awake

typing just for typings sake

Square donut to my face

doesn’t know it’s out of place

Hair itches scritchy scratch

just another bug to catch

Little squiggles in my eyes

bigger squiggles in my thighs

The night rushes slowly on

finger puppets on the lawn

Stupid medication

emotional sedation

Cognative meanderings

thinking of everything

1, 12, 84

reality is my whore

The wheels came off my bread

can't remember what she said....

Oh yes, "Don't talk to me."