I can't believe it's almost June, can you?
Where did this year go? I don't know.
Actually, I do know; to bottoms of bottles
in the beginning and getting better now,
but still tossing and turning, trying to get comfy
while considering the past, present and future.
My hands have been falling asleep at night.
I wonder what that's about? Probably death
in some form or another; circulation leads to the heart
which leads to demise in time and I just want to catch
a good night's sleep without dreams and wake up
eager with a day ahead in which nothing happens,
thus returning to bed without much discourse or consternation
just to watch TV I've seen a million times because it relaxes me.
There's too much content in the world, Christopher agrees with me,
and I wouldn't mind if the internet just shut down indefinitely.
That way I wouldn't check the same website blogs, and I wouldn't
have to check my email a thousand times a day,
and my phone wouldn't work, so maybe I would eventually
get back to normal, and work a manual labor job without worry.
I envy dirty farmers who are happy to sleep on cots.
And I want to make friends with a raccoon and learn to sleep anywhere,
but instead I am hunched over a laptop, which affects posture,
which in turn kills my shoulders when I sleep. This means
I don't sleep well, nor have I slept well for as long as I can remember/
The best sleep I've ever had was on the back of Marty's boat;
I'd like to go back to that night and repeat it over and over and over.