Monday, August 29, 2005

whiskey


almost 4am....
can't sleep.
sleep-
have pity on the weary_ claim me.


strange word, whiskey. whisky. to have it for a nightcap, you'd think it would- it must?- whisk you away to some far away land peopled with sleep.

of course, sleep aren't people. it's what you do at night. or what i should do at night. only, i'm not doing it right now.

or my brain is. the mind is willing but the flesh is weak.

or it isn't weak enough. else, i wouldn't be wrestling with it now to allow me to sleep.


whiskey- whisky- whisk me away to faraway sleep
where the tired are at peace and slumber is deep