As I lay in bed, wide awake again -
The fourth straight night of sleeplessness, with a
Fifth certain tonight, following the Green
Room poetry night (I'm just a spectator) -
I turned off the radio (Obama
Defeating Clinton) and turned on the light.
One hour of sleep ended by rare nightmare,
Followed by hearing the usual late-night
Tap dancing routine from below, the fight
To drift back off lost once again. Routine,
These days, but Marcus A., my advisor,
Counselled I accept happily my plight.
I finished reading, emptied my urine,
Then to kitchen for mouthful of water.
Thur 21 Feb 2008
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