When the Zzzzzz's Become Elusive.

When The ZZZZZZZZZ's Become Elusive.

It's late,

I'm weary,

words are woozy,

s ta g...
 

ge....

 ring....

all over the 

curlicues of 

my mind 

turning commas 

into hours of 

sleepless futility 


I am hanging 

by a noose of

my own making

in my poet-tree

kicking at the props,

begging the blissful black,

but I can't sleep.

So I tap tap tap

like a bad faucet

on the alpha-bets

before me

each a gamble

in my present state,

spinning the reals 

and getting nothing 

but empty slots.

I am bleeding emotions, 

and the only band-aid 

is thousands of miles away,

But there are so many other

lives in much deeper 

tribulation then I.

I ponder the five parents 

of the kids shot to death 

yesterday at that 

University in Illinois,

and what that call 

must have been like....

"We're sorry Mrs. __________ 

but your daughter

was killed today 

in a lecture hall."

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhg!

"God, please grant me

the power to know 

when these whackos 

are going to wreak

mayhem on student bodies, 

so I can use all of my

sharpshooting 

Marine corps training 

to blow their 

fucking heads off.

before they can hurt

so many at one time,

in their warped 

methods of

hurting themselves 

permanently.

I will gladly die

in the act of 

removing such scum

Amen


I suppose I should 

answer my 

pillows calling, 

and just dream,

but it's the waking up

that wounds,

and so I rest my case,

taking my stanzas

to the world,

Then I'll go to find 

solace in the boob tube, 

or a highly sophisticated 

youtube

and maybe when  

my brain  reaches 

It's sign off pattern 

 I will............

imitate the sound....

.........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ