MY eyes crust over
with deep red fissures,
stung by the stale air.
Unyielding ennui now...
as the klik-klak of keys...
shovel's crunch to earth..
or mush of a mortar sandwich.
Yet insomnia strikes back
(or rather again)
Mesmerized by Ms. Applegate,
Cosby;
or Jack & janet & KRISSY.
Have mercy, perhaps my soul to keep?
First please, OH please,
LET ME SLEEP!
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