Sleepless

2 A.M.

my mind

is racing

Tracing 

outlines 

Of the 

many things

I've seen

And done

In life

The neighbours

In my head

Are having

A party.

Someone 

Call the cops

The music 

That I'm 

Hearing 

pounding

Rhythms

Exotic

Hypnotic

Idiotic

In several

Hours 

I'll scrape

My sorry 

carcass

Out off bed

And smile 

And try

To be alive

In the moment

But right now

The flowing

Momentum

Of this 

Magma of 

Dream vomit

Is keeping me

From the

Stillness

Surrounding me.