Rough Night

Sleeping like a man possessed
By demons who possess a man
Who works a furied workweek
Then possess this guy weekends,
His head into his pillow pressed
As deeply–yet no deeper than–
The dreams that he and all men seek,
In desperation he pretends
That isn’t his alarm.
He can’t wake up his arm.

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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One Response to Rough Night

  1. Judy says:

    Sleep in?

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