Start Here

I hear their voices droning on and on

I need this sleep to take me but how would this happen if they never stop talking?

Start Near

They talk about pedestrians, about girls in red dresses, about constitutional mistakes

and the slavery of cab drivers in a state with bad roads and a difficult economy

Think. Think.

On a day that is not today, I wouldn’t care

On a day that might have been yesterday, I would fare well

On a day that the sun isn’t staying long in the sky, I would be fair

But it’s beginning in my mental screams

not like releases found in the shallow streams betwixt thick thighs

No, it is not the caffeinated green tea

or the exhaustion that this bed isn’t taking from me

Thinking. Thinking.

They won’t stop talking

So I can’t stop thinking

Let’s imagine things ashore

Water against stubbornly scalding sand

Counting sheep in the hundreds

Damn, Today I can’t stand their yapping

Their misplaced ideologies

I can’t stand the rancorous laughter and the misled agreed murmurs

Today I can’t stand any of it at all

So I’m gonna get off this lush lush disloyal bed

and I am going to…

Why, I should…