So-less September o8, 2o15

You ever have those nights when you are So tired, but for some odd reasoning your body just can't get comfortable enough to let you go to sleep. That's my problem tonight . . . or I should say this morning since it is 6:00am. I read an article some time ago that said if you are having a difficult time getting to sleep you should get up and do something until your body and mind decide it's time to cut some Zs. So, I found this poem from '13 that I wanted work on and repost and I hope it's enough to knock me out!

So-less  

 

My shoes have no soul this morning,
this shadow weary morning
this morning mourning grey.
This morning turning noon,

a dull, flat-black noon that soon
will advance to 1 pm, 2 pm, 3:45 pm . . .

 

forever climbing, straddling
the infinite ladder of success
the stress, the endless stress
the hopeless, hopelessness
only to fall backwards into midnight .
Starting over,
                   all over

                              again . . .

 

and once again  

                       endlessly . . .

 

waiting, waiting forever waiting

for that final moon to plop itself
down upon us, squish what’s left
of the rest of a restless,
meaningless night

 

But such is life for those without souls,
without hearts, without eyes enough to see—

no! Eyes, yes, yes, eyes they surely have
in abundance! Large, mouth shaped eyes.
Always surprised they seem to be
when the sun goes out and the stars rush in.
Never noticing the thick, white laces

binding them

                   foot,

                        to ankle,

                                    to all eternity.

Woodie 12-13-13(Rewrites o9-o7-15)