SUMMERTIME RHYMES- # 52 – “The Kind Of Tired…”

“Shuteye” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2019

“The Kind Of Tired…”

 

Not forty winks, but thirty-nine.

Laboring under the dream demons.

Sleep wake walking.

Terror beware.

Bump, goes sounds in the night.

Industrious mice or silverfish,

A spider defining territory.

A groggy stumble to the bathroom.

Pee symphony dancing on the porcelain waves.

Bloody Mary! Bloody Mary! Bloody Mary!

Sleep paralysis.

There is someone in the room.

I can’t hear them.

But, I know they’re there.

Kevlar blankets for protection?

Not forty winks, but thirty-nine.

 


 

If you’re in the neighborhood on Friday, September, 20; consider coming by the next installment of “Dint Forget Your Art!”

 

There is a strong rumor that I will be given a microphone.

 

 

 

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