Insomnia

The blinking colon on the
alarm clock, like her,
is off an on again. Counting
seconds trying to make
my time match technology,
or God’s time.

Dogs being
put to sleep,
I want to be
one of them.
God please stretch forth
your hand put
me to sleep. Make
this long night,
eternity.

"clocks"

An attempt at a poem that is visual it says in order "you are everything I have ever wanted you just have bad timing"



clocks

You just 1

“You are everything 3
8 10
2 B4D T1M1N6” 5
Have 9
7
I’ve ever wanted

She said 12