Sunday, August 23, 2009

Can't sleep.

Buzz of the fridge
Drone of the Brain
Sun about to rise
Sound of distant trains and shipments
Slow and steady uproar of traffic and seagulls
Last streetlights twinkle their last
And sizzle in the midnight air.

Cook a whole turkey!
From frozen to juicy!
In less than thirty minutes!
New meaning to the word "glazed."

Holding breath
Let it sit in your chest
For a minute or two
Trickling out
through your burning nostrils
and cracked lips
To no avail.
No rest for the endlessly restless.