I Make Me Unsleepy

In bed. Thoughts leapt out of the night room air, swirling themselves like a milkette into the blackness of my 3 am. I tried to be sincerely thoughtless for three hours beforehand, but whatever I had unthought had rethought itself and invited friends.

Thoughts lock Sleep in the closet, and dance around and multiply and become a larger more formed thing as slow minutes pass. Sleep is lazy in defending itself sometimes, but this is the second time this week and seriously Sleep, wake up. It's too late tonight, because by now, many thoughts have built into something bigger and I think, if I have to think at all, that I would like to do violence to insomnia, with its unblinking goggle stare.