Manic Panic
May 31, 2012
Driving in the Middle East
Moving with the wind
Making new connections that don’t feel
Pretend.
Jumping from the room as raids
Roll across the world
Painting pink and purple
In frames upon the wall.
Some things they don’t make sense
But still they feel just right
‘Tis because my eyes won’t sleep
All through the night.
Pee hitting a plastic cup
Liquid sounds obscured by knocks
Of lightly shaded breezes
An animal beckons and I am up
One eye open,
One eye only.
My eyes refused to sleep last night
Right now can barely see
Not sure how to pedal my way
Through this broken day
Perhaps that’s not the point.
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Sleepless nights are awful
I smiled reading “Driving in the Middle East” Did you experience that? I do everyday and it’s just CRAZY
Wow Nikki, No I have never been to the Middle East but that was part of my dreams that night, as is most of the poem. How interesting. Thanks for posting that. M