He Can'T Sleep Poem by James Casey

He Can't Sleep

He's counted sheep till the cows come home.
Recited backwards every poem known
He turns over, snorts and then he's snoring
Wakes himself up only to try again, it's boring.
Contemplated life and what we're all doing,
While mentally screaming and silently booing.
There's a blasted church clock that continues to strike
Hours and minutes through out the long night.
There's the alien green glow of the bedside clock
Calling his attention to the seconds that mock
Ticking slowly away till the sun rises bringing
Its light to the birds then they start to singing
Then just as he begins to doze and to sleep
The blasted alarm clock goes beep, beep, beep


Jim 1996