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Let us rest then, you and I When the sun sets across the sky Like a person draped across a bed Let us amble along our way The stumbling fray Lead us to our lethargic state and dozens Of sleepless nights on discrepant cheap bedsprings Oh, do not ask “what time is it” Let us go and sleep solicit In the room a women cries Talking of her baggy eyes The yellow sun that slowly ascends the window panes The yellow taste that lingers on the window-panes Licked my mouth sluggishly tasting last evening Lingered around the fragments of my cot’s broken frame Slipped through the door, made a languish leap And seeing that is was a warm July night Curled once around the bed and fell asleep There will be time For the posturepedic bed that I imagine in my room There will be time, there will be time To fall asleep on that bed While counting sheep In the room a women cries Talking of her baggy eyes In a minute there is time For resting and dreams that will be forgotten For I have tried before, Oh I have tried I have seen doctors, experts and a shrink I have taken their advice of what they think So when shall I begin again And what do I do? During the afternoon I sleep like Calpurnia before his death Nerves shaken like a child watching a horror movie Too tired to move, I exist Stretched here on the floor like a dog Should I nap, rest or sleep I have the strength of jello Though I have tried again and again Though I have spent countless night awake I am a tired sloth who cannot sleep I have heard them snoring past the sheets With tangled hair and baggy eyes But my eyes are open and darkness will not fall |