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. . .
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