The Insomniac




The Insomniac


I go to bed early.  
Toss and turn in the bed.
Get entangled in sheets.
I read a little. Turn off
the light but no shut eye.
At three I get up.
I wake up my friend.
He advises I walk
to tire the body, then drink
lime blossom tea
and turn off the light.
I do everything he says
but I can't shut my eyes. 
I call my doctor. As always,
he talks, talks, and talks
but the man does not asleep.
At six o'clock, I load
the assault rifle,
walk to a train station





and      fire!

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