Poems

Big Moon

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