Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Poet -- meet your friend Insomniac.

I know I have to get up in like 4 hours to work tomorrow... but darn it all because I CANT SLEEP!!! I'm trying, really I am... I've had like no sleep in the past two days, but I just can't get my eyelids to close.

So I present to you what happens when the poet part of my brain demands sleep but is met by the insomniac part of my brain.

Jen Vs. The Clock

The clock is watching me tonight
It knows of my sleeping plans
Its ticking taunts me so I can't rest
Saying, 'beat me if you can'

'I shall', I reply, 'I will be victorious'
'When I wake in 5 hours'
'Don't think so,' the clock diagrees with me
'You really don't have enough power'

'Sure I do!' I tell the clock,
'I'll go to sleep right now'
'Yeah right, okay,' mocks the clock,
'I don't think you know how...'

'Watch me win!' I argue back,
'I'll be out in a jiffy.'
'But tonight,' says the clock with disapproval
'you'll wake up at around one-fifty.'

'Two-thirty, three-twenty, and four-fifteen'
'No solid sleep,' he says
'Shut up, you liar,' I tell the clock
as I pull the covers over my head

But his ticking - his laughter - continues on
and tomorrow soon awaits
'Sleeping well?' asks the smart aleck clock
because he knows I'm wide awake

'Shut up,' I tell the clock, ignoring his sarcasm
'Or I'll unplug you from the wall'
'I run on batteries,' he proudly says
'And you can't reach me, you might fall'

He is correct, that stupid clock
My tall friend put him there
I cannot stop the thunderous ticking
Unless I climb a chair

I toss and turn and have no dreams
That stupid clock was right
But the night isn't over yet...
I am determined to win my fight

The hours pass me by like seconds
Too soon I must awaken
'At least I slept two hours,' I say
The clock says, 'You're mistaken'

'You didn't sleep, and you're running late,'
The clock teases me with glee
'But you have lost,' I tell the clock
'Meet my best friend.... COFFEE!'


Anyhow, its fortune time.

LOST TIME IS NEVER FOUND AGAIN

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can feel the passion in this poem...oh the agony!

Anonymous said...

No more green tea for you passed 4pm!