Awake to Mistakes, Post-Midnight
I’ve done it
all wrong.
Everything–and that–
and, Jesus–that too–
How could I be
such an idiot–
They will know, see–
Sky and night,
God, ceiling,
just take me now–
You who’ve let me ape
a somehow someone,
make earth my new mask,
its cold clay clods
my cover.
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Here’s a poem for Mama Zen’s Word’s Count on With Real Toads–the prompt to write something under 60 words about insomnia–or what you think of when insomniac– Since this is exactly 55 words, I am also posting for the wonderful G-Man–it is never a mistake to do that–
PS–I appreciate that the drawing/photo is best thing about this post! Poor elephant! (As always, all rights reserved.)
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