i hate waking up to that feeling
deep, deep in the night
the nagging, gnawing
wraith of a thought
that isn’t gone
that the nasty fucker that
i thought i was rid of
is still just hanging around
biding its time
then it will come back
with a vengeance
to finish what it started
it doesn’t happen very often
but sometimes I let
myself wander off
into the farthest
corners of my mind
i discover these little ideas
lying around
those are the things that
nightmares are really
made of
glb /// “sleepless 4”
originally published 04/06/2006
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