Heavy in slumber
My skin is dull
Eyes wide heavy with sarrow.
Where art thou expergefactor?
An owl’s coot to awaken me no more.
My mind swims bewixed uthceare
I long for the chitter chatter of
Or the chitter chatter of naysayers even.
I recite an ancient tale to sleep
The punch line is a mist.
Flirting with old England’s words
Deep in sleep yet my aching bones know no rest.