IAP 07 ~ Zeke Greenwald
by Zeke Greenwald
To waken now were sickness,
Just so much does my head hurt;
Yet there’s no break to catch from
The clangor of the outside world:
A dog, with helpless barking,
Strips my desperate sleep of hope;
Despairing rest, I dream of
slitting the barking dog’s throat.
If in life there is a question
That pain is sure to pose,
at least it makes me wonder,
Just what hope there is of hope.
Full hope, I’m promptly answered!
For a fellow in God’s great plan
Walks from the house, strikes the dog,
Silence is restored again.
I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m saying goodnight,
I couldn’t stay for another beer.
No, not because I’m gluten intolerant
Do I hasten to disappear!
It’s my freak that I’m loath to go to bed
Unless somebody is aware:
It’s often I try to wait out the night,
So I’m tired when somebody’s there.
When somebody’s there, I would rather that
I relieved my sorrow with cheer,
But the company only makes it that
For slumber I lose my fear.
So I say goodnight, then I console me
With pillows and blankets and sheets:
I’d stay and chat, but it’s just that saying
Goodnight means a great deal to me.