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Manic Panic

May 31, 2012

Driving in the Middle East

Moving with the wind

Making new connections that don’t feel


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.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 3, 2012 2:01 am

    Sleepless nights are awful 😦
    I smiled reading “Driving in the Middle East” Did you experience that? I do everyday and it’s just CRAZY

    • June 4, 2012 10:54 am

      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

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