Snooze 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

hit hay,

and then I

–look for that needle, I suppose–

and then I

saw logs

–for ranch house repair–

after I get

the Nod

to knock off,

–for the night-night–

 
an overnight success

(at)

taking 5–

(or 40)

winks. . .