Gormless

Awake until dawn
Switching sleep until eyes are weary
At wrong times of day
Getting off
All out of whack
Embarrassed by that
A bit of Johnny’s fervor and humor
A cocktail from a tiny plastic cup
Sticking the tip of your tongue into the very bottom
To lick every last red drop up
Going into the bathroom with your book and your
Phone in case a message comes while you’re not at home
Sitting for days with thoughts of brushing your teeth
Yearning to floss
And begging yourself not to eat
Your fingers flipping back and forth from page to screen to
Picking at your seat
Alone in the dark your door begins to creak
It’s just the car you forgot to take in this week
And your mind keeps humming
Fizzingfutzingfucking
Buzzing
Honey bee
That stings and leaves its tail embedded in your skin
The feeling that you should or shouldn’t have let that one in
The knowing that you don’t know where to begin
The hoping that you at least made him grin
The loathing of the places you have been
The sleeping that is interrupted by this mental din
The voice that tells you a lit screen before slumber is a sin
Better put it out then
Or have a drink of gin
Look, you’ve gone and kept yourself up all night, again.