Thursday, November 19, 2009

Sleepless in Ypsilanti

My eyes are wide open,
And I just can't sleep.
It's no use groping
For those woolly sheep.

They just jump the fence,
Whate'er their number,
And I lose the chance
To get some slumber.

There is no caffeine
That's keeping me up.
I swear you've not seen
Me slug down a cup.

I didn't doze off
Through the afternoon,
Which would be enough
To seal my sad doom.

I don't have a book
Too good to put down.
Perhaps there's a crook
Stealing sleep in town!

So I'll write my rhyme.
The dull hours tick by.
Perhaps in good time
I'll figure out why.

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