Insomnia And The Poet

One… it can’t be Mind twirling and whirling Sleep comes not tonight Words spinning so fast I want it to stop… but…. Wait... No it’s like being fueled and ready to speed A horse at the gate raring to run One more step to break the ribbon Being a child and not wanting to sleep in fear they might miss something A cat ready to lunge Quickly Watson bring me my pen! A merry go round of words Catch them if you can Bring them down with a pen Attach them to paper and give them verse Perhaps a dash of rhyme Keeping it right on time Neither a penny’s worth nor a dime What’s that’s sound…a two o’ clock chime? Damn this infernal machine! That keeps running when the body wishes to stop I am not sure but Alice… was that a rabbit that just hopped bye? Wearing a vest and a tie? Good gracious I think I am going to cry Tick, tock the trap went clack He took the bait And left with his fate Running late for a dinner date Meet you at the hand of twelve Oh why bother Let’s go find Christopher Robin And that depressed jackass… The blue one with a pin in his tail Mercy me, mercy my They are knocking at the door Dragging a white jacket on the floor Two men there coming to take me away Its time for this to end I do pray