Sleepy time time!

My head appears empty;

there is the noise of cicadas

ringing in my airs,

but there again there always is

and the mind is tired wondering off

to tomorrows work,

I stare at the screen hoping

that some great universe will open up

into a huge welling up of words,

with great sound and rhythm;

I smile its late, and I’m happy,

its work tomorrow and I must take

my tired buzzing head off to sleep.

the title is an old blues song, covered rather well be the cream, all those years ago.


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