the lyrical qualities
of logical quandaries
keep me awake
at night
at night
as I dream
at night
and I see
at night
the shapes of peo
ple in my mind
they stuff a god
a meal divine
without much work
a song erupts
a virulent hip
po pot a mus!
a card-carrying member of world-watchers anonymous
my brain won’t stop
my brain won’t stop
my brain won’t stop
at night
at night
I can’t go to sleep
I’m dreaming.