Nothing playing
somehow
the big moon
beats down harshly
on my worn out brain tonight
sending down ice pick rays
spindly fingers
poking at my consciousness
refusing to let me sleep
I can’t hide from it
I tried but
it knows me too well
where I always go
what I always do
& I am too bone-weary
to try something new
besides
I’ve been here before
I remember
e v e n t u a l l y
sleep’s scratchy wool blanket
will drop down on me
to hide my fears
& send me
crawling off
to find my dreams
Nothing playing