Reasons for Insomnia

Listen.

Can you hear them sing?

Take out the dragon wax and purple clips.

They are spinning weaving mysterious fabrics inside the dark theater of my mind.

They tap. They dance. They drum on glass windows

Like the shadow of a wicked thick head crow. It’s the middle of the night.

They slip in through the cracks between the carpets and floors and doors.

Like morning newspapers and hotel bills.

Only they are louder and braver

And not always so much fun

Or too much of nothing.

They are ghosts hooting and woohing

Flapping white clothes in candle lights.

They demand to be petted and patted

And rubbed against like a magician’s lamp.

Turn off all noises and wake up.

WAKE UP!

Hear those feet running stomping crazily drunkenly shouting my name

Banging the wrong doors while I lay shivering pretending stillness and sleep.

I am listening and waiting hopelessly for them to pass me by.

Peer into their eyes gleaming yellow

Like feverish moonlight through the cracks in my mind.

Oh please get up and let them loose.

 Let loose those stories within my head.