Sleeplessness doesn’t ever really wait around

all that long,

skipping from one night

To the next, but when it rains,

man, does it pour. 

You know what I’m talking about.

When you’re never comfortable

and your own tongue tastes sour.

There’s a certain calm that tends to

creep up on you

when you’re staring

At a streetlight at 3 am.   Kind of like

that feeling you get when you know you have

all your bases covered.  I mean,

it’s pretty negligent

under the thick fog

Of sleep deprivation, but it’s there.  But, like,

have you ever had to jolt yourself awake

After a rough night? 

Try to shake off the leaves

And dirt?

It’ll make you wish that feeling back.