Sunday, 2 January 2011

Ant Nest Insomnia

They begin
as soon as my head
hits the pillow
First one
then two
quickly followed
by three
then four

Crawling over my brain
an endless stream
Have you done that work?
says one
Was that a noise? Is some one there?
whispers another
Is there an afterlife?
one of them asks wildly,
out of control by now

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
But they march on
Where's your phone?
What did that smile mean?
Is God listening to me?

They become weary.
They settle.
I sleep.

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