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the Unsleepers


i feel the steady rumble of the ground

it's the dreaded march of the unsleepers
they come for me

they know i'm awake

they know everything


i pray i will fall asleep
before they get me

i'm on the list

march march march
drone drone drone
they are coming

there's nowhere to run
nowhere to hide

the unsleepers have the power
radar detection for insomniacs
and their march has begun

they are coming for me
please let sleep take me

before they do

the title grabbed me first.

these lines best...

"the unsleepers have the power
radar detection for insomniacs"

think I'll start hiding under my blankets again. usually morning is when I can't sleep. Work midnights.

love the post.

love lots
Deb.

just a mindless ramble inspired by your poem
thanks for the inspiration

Sometimes it takes a leap of faith to sleep
I don't think I have prayed for anything more fervently
Just to close my eyes and drift off to oblivion
No dreams could have been more terrible to face
Than the torments of my conscious thoughts
Drops of blood on my underwear



The unconscious is an artist that could deal with it better than I could.
So I said screw it and threw out my pride
got down on my knees and prayed for sleep
And then I lay down and went to sleep
I had a dream about a black Jesus, an american black man, he said now get up and walk like a man.

The next day I went back and had the vasectomy reversed

And love had no pride when I called out his name
That urologists office on K st with the picture of Golda Meir smiling down at me. Will I carry that memory trace ito the grave.

Sorry about spilling my guts, if I was a poet I suppose I would be one those confessional types like St Ann of Sexton. A martyr to the psychiatrist's couch and bad translations of Freud.

I would say try counting sheep but never worked for me all I could think about was lamb chops. Awesomeness my seventhly friend. "C"

thanks all , i love the comments mucho.

Unsleepers eh? May your snoring keep them at bay!

I liked. It is good that your insomnia gifted you with such a nice poem.

thanks!