Wednesday, January 26, 2011

With a Machete.

I walk sleeplessness
like a bean field in summer;
through weeds growing wild

out of furrowed thoughts,
once planned and planted in rows;
now, sickled off short.

Into morning dreams
frost crawls, over ridge and rut;
and I go again,

to walk sleeplessness
like a bean field in summer;
through weeds growing wild.

2 comments:

  1. It's because you are a pumpkin head.

    A good farmer tends the fields ridding the crop of invasive weeds and fertilizing with energy rich manure. So do as the farmer weed the clutter from your mind and feed the mind with dim lights, a quiet read, and top it off with a cider or try concentrated Cherry Juice :-) Or I can sing you "Soft Kitty".

    sgb

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  2. Inspiration sometimes comes during spells of sleeplessness... It's tiring, for sure, but it's when you can really measure yourself against everything else that's out there, without interruption...

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