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My mind filled with the tight fuzzyness
that only no sleep can bring
I stumble through the day
tripping on ideas
bumping into everyday complexity
Temporarily one of the undead
I shamble
At the chain hair salon
the hyper asian hummingbird
flits about my head
her sounds and motions
spoken in a language of speed
that I am unable to translate
I catch myself jerking awake
a small but spastic twitch
had I been asleep?
Finally home
the kitchen holds no appeal
my only desire is
to feast
on sleep
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Love the last stanza! Great images. (fuzzyness should be fuzziness) I think we can all relate to these feelings and reactions! Again, nice job on a topic we tend to ignore. Teri
Haven't we all been there. Living in a daze of lack of sleep.
I love the lines
"At the chain hair salon
the hyper asian hummingbird
flits about my head
her sounds and motions
spoken in a language of speed
that I am unable to translate"
