Insomnia

I’ve got a passel of worries

Oh, too many to share

when the sun slides over the quarry

I herd them over there

Along with woes and slights

tie them up with coil and snare

so I may travel unburdened to

the land of nod unimpaired.

But the sheep have all been shorn

their wool but bloody too

don’t worry ’bout me, friend

I’m wearing magic boots

The Sandman gave them to me

he swore it was his name

though it may have been ’ol Beelzebub

barging in on my counting game.

S Lynn Knight 2016