i long for sleep, that fickle former lover, who used to welcome me as a bequeath but now avoids me, or if, under cover, it is some other set she’s underneath. and so i drive, in body and in spirit, across whatever roads, however far, and leave a tune there for whom haps to hear … Continue reading "from the threshing floor – 6"
I really should be sleeping, but I hard ever really do, A thing not unexpected, Given age For I’d observed for many years That sleep’s the province of the young; And so I’m not surprised, now, At this stage, That I am an insomniac (of a peculiar kind) I get to sleep okay, but then, … Continue reading "I Really Should Be Sleeping…"
My morning conversation with myself.
What we always seek -
The real me this time of day.