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Insomnia
Insomnia
By: Jay Nichols
Oft wind-strewn clouds streak across midnight sky,
Tunneling through ruminations of melancholy stuff
Alder branches lean against a tidal breeze, insubordinate
Rickety tangled sticks that give no answer
Because no one’s got the balls to ask
Uplifted chin, obstructed view, tilted ceiling
Beyond which a pale moon does arc, dark and muted
Honeycombed through a skein of clouds
Stretched cobwebs that thin and thicken
Into a coarse patchwork that goes all but unseen
To a world outside your walls that is asleep and sleeping
As you very well should be too
Into the night your mind escapes, a traitor to your biorhythms
A basic contract that has been nulled and voided
Consummate professional that you are you don’t raise a stink
But endure the quiet windy night alone, your home
Though you can’t recall moving your stuff in
So you float and fly and do your Superman thing
Though you’re really just lying in bed, waiting
For morning’s first rays to stir you to action
Because Planet Earth expects you to do things
On its schedule, not yours
You’re not important enough to make rules that others will follow
Though you believe that you are in those trying hours
When sleep eludes and snakes away from your medulla in a giant S
Like the one that should be on your chest
In this superhero fantasy that keeps you occupied at 4:30 AM
The thought of becoming lost never occurs to you
Because you really don’t know where you’re supposed to be anyway
You do worry about your sanity, though
You could always play it safe and seek out chemicals, prescribed or otherwise
But fuck that, that’s cheating, and you know it
In your heart
Truth beats a mellow drum, slow and steady, a constant march
Toward a destination you stretch your inner vision to see
Just beyond the horizon of light and dark
Where the sun is beginning its early morning chin-up
And at that moment, in the distance, you hear the long, low moan of a train whistle
Your mind seeks out connection with another
And finds it
With the voice you hear only in your brain, you speak for all the quiet ones in the quiet hours:
I am with you
By: Jay Nichols
Oft wind-strewn clouds streak across midnight sky,
Tunneling through ruminations of melancholy stuff
Alder branches lean against a tidal breeze, insubordinate
Rickety tangled sticks that give no answer
Because no one’s got the balls to ask
Uplifted chin, obstructed view, tilted ceiling
Beyond which a pale moon does arc, dark and muted
Honeycombed through a skein of clouds
Stretched cobwebs that thin and thicken
Into a coarse patchwork that goes all but unseen
To a world outside your walls that is asleep and sleeping
As you very well should be too
Into the night your mind escapes, a traitor to your biorhythms
A basic contract that has been nulled and voided
Consummate professional that you are you don’t raise a stink
But endure the quiet windy night alone, your home
Though you can’t recall moving your stuff in
So you float and fly and do your Superman thing
Though you’re really just lying in bed, waiting
For morning’s first rays to stir you to action
Because Planet Earth expects you to do things
On its schedule, not yours
You’re not important enough to make rules that others will follow
Though you believe that you are in those trying hours
When sleep eludes and snakes away from your medulla in a giant S
Like the one that should be on your chest
In this superhero fantasy that keeps you occupied at 4:30 AM
The thought of becoming lost never occurs to you
Because you really don’t know where you’re supposed to be anyway
You do worry about your sanity, though
You could always play it safe and seek out chemicals, prescribed or otherwise
But fuck that, that’s cheating, and you know it
In your heart
Truth beats a mellow drum, slow and steady, a constant march
Toward a destination you stretch your inner vision to see
Just beyond the horizon of light and dark
Where the sun is beginning its early morning chin-up
And at that moment, in the distance, you hear the long, low moan of a train whistle
Your mind seeks out connection with another
And finds it
With the voice you hear only in your brain, you speak for all the quiet ones in the quiet hours:
I am with you
Free Short Story - Book of Suburbia
This weekend (5/3-5/5), my new short story, Book of Suburbia, will be free on Amazon Kindle. Fair warning: If you have a problem with people making what may be perceived as negative comments about religion (particularly the Christian faith), please don't read this story. Otherwise, if you like good satire, please, by all means, download and read Book of Suburbia.
Here's the lowdown:
In the distant future, the Holy Bible is amended with stories set in Twenty-First Century America. Book of Suburbia is one of them.
Two young prophets, Austin and Chad, are traveling door-to-door, evangelizing on a quiet Saturday afternoon, when they come upon the house of a deranged insomniac. Things get uncomfortable real quick.
http://www.amazon.com/Book-of-Suburbi...
Here's the lowdown:
In the distant future, the Holy Bible is amended with stories set in Twenty-First Century America. Book of Suburbia is one of them.
Two young prophets, Austin and Chad, are traveling door-to-door, evangelizing on a quiet Saturday afternoon, when they come upon the house of a deranged insomniac. Things get uncomfortable real quick.
http://www.amazon.com/Book-of-Suburbi...
