S’nooze to Me

 
at Dark o’clock

I let go of Y’s,

& catch some Zzz’s
 
 

–my close up

finally at hand.

a La-La land hitchhiker

slash

tourist

slash

immigrant,

I never retire

hells, no, I

turn in

—to someone else—

cast invariably in the

starring roll, it’s

— something else—

and involves quite a bit of farm-work, first I

count sheep, and then I

–tell Mary–

hit hay, and then I

–look for that needle, I suppose—

saw logs

—for ranch house repair—

before I get

the Nod

to knock off,

—for the night-night—

a runaway success

(at)

taking 5—

(or 40)

winks…