I lay on my side, trying to get my aching shoulders to relax
I relax my jaw, trying to release the tension from my day
I still my mind, trying to calm the California freeway of my thoughts
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the spotlight from my neighbor
I am finally comfortable
But now my pillow is warm and my head itches and my thoughts race
Through the traffic jam and my shoulders are sore no matter how I hold
Them and I can’t sleep on my stomach or my side or my back I’ll just
Have to sleep in a chair and what if I never sleep anymore that I have
Insomnia and this is just the beginning of that and then I look like Christian
Bale in The Machinist and would that be so bad at least I’d lose some weight
Wait
I haven’t flipped to the cool side of the pillow yet.
Ah, yes. That was exactly what I needed.
Poetry Overdose 