restless
Pen A Tin Cherry
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Through The Looking Glass Have you slipped a cog?
Do your gears grind?
Are you not right?
Are you not firing on all cylinders?
Has your Goat been Gotten?
Was the Sacrificial Lamb of Imagination
on sale for 50 cents a pound that day?
Was Clarity of Mind picked clean
by the time you reached the rummage
sale of Purpose?
Has your Train of Thought de-railed
and went over the edge
hitting every branch of Broken Reason
on the way down,
only to sink to the Ocean Floor of
un-productivity?
Did you then make every attempt
to rebuild that train
with the rusty tools of Mediocrity,
only to realize what you re-assembled was
the equivalent of stanzas of Mechanical Gibberish?
Have you stubbed brain-toe
on the wooden leg of the chair of Profound Vision,
only to visualize foot-in-mouth does not taste
anywhere as bad as it sounds?
Have you ever been diagnosed with
Incontinence of the Mind, which is only any fun
if you've already been diagnosed with
Diarrhea of the Mouth?
Have you been caught forging Checks
of Inspiration and found guilty
in the Court of Flaw, and sentenced to
serve time in the Penitentiary of
Useless Contemplation?
Locked away
Bars barricading a
bleak ramshackle brain.
Prisoner of mind.
Starving.Delerious.Naked.
and then you hear the sound of a shofar
A grand vision.
The city limits,
on the cellular level;
an anthill.
Abandoning the colony
for a crumb.
Insomnia
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2010-2012 Poems "Sleep"-Oh how I miss thee!
Sleep, you came and you left
Without cradling me...
I toss and turn, refuge in a ruffled burrow.
Shadows underneath the eyes,
Awake on a restless pillow.
Sleep! Your absence makes me weep...
Bring peace to this tired consciousness,
I've lost count of the sheep.