Big Moon


the big moon

beats down harshly

on my worn out brain tonight

sending down ice pick rays

spindly fingers

poking at my consciousness

refusing to let me sleep

I can’t hide from it

I tried but

it knows me too well

where I always go

what I always do

& I am too bone-weary

to try something new


I’ve been here before

I  remember

e v e n t u a l l y

sleep’s scratchy wool blanket

will drop down on me

to hide my fears

& send me

crawling off

to find my dreams