I tried to count and just keep counting.
It was well into tomorrow when I gave up,
and went to the bodega for a Dr. Pepper.
It was better this way;
instead of counting heroes,
I counted ewe.
The hero list would be short,
and still sleep escapes me
for thirty two and a half hours.
Doesn't matter if the sun is out,
it is still night time in my eyes
and yesterday in my body's dreams.
I want to sleep for a week;
no nightmares, no pee breaks,
just a humming, baah-ing darkness.