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…
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