Thursday, March 1, 2012


By John I. Blair

Some nights when I bolt awake
I’m grateful I’ve stopped sleeping;
Sometimes I wish I’d stayed asleep.

Sleep betrays both boons and banes:
Dreamy trysts down dusky trails
Or creepy sights and messy frights.

I take it I’ve no choice in this;
Almost as soon as eyelids drop
I’m off along unguarded paths
Inside my brain, replete with pleasure,

Pain and jolting details,
Proof I guess my mind insists
It holds more to contemplate
Than my mundane days.

©2012 John I. Blair

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