I Lie Awake Poem by John Sensele

I lie awake in my bed
Where sleep scorns my company
As pain throbs in my head
From which comes no invective litany.

I lie in my bed and pine
For a damsel who steals my heart
Seeps vintage wine
As my manifesto she casts into a refuse cart.

I lie in my sofa
Wishing the world could be fairer
Though I'm a loafer
Whose tomorrow can't become any clearer.

I lie in my kitchen
Deserted by emaciated mice
Which nibbled at the last chicken
Bone they devoured twice.