No Sleep For The Wicked
No Sleep For The Wicked
Missed Connections in Madison
sleep comes not,
though it is hard sought,
it can’t be bought,
but slumber still eludes.
Slumber’s denied,
wish it was simplified,
oh how I’ve tried,
but slumber still eludes.
There is no rest,
I’ve tried my best,
answer my request,
but slumber still eludes.
I wish you were here with me, next to me, filling my senses with all that is you. perhaps i could sleep if nestled with you, caressing your silken skin.
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Home Haiku
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I capture my missed connections through Google’s RSS Reader which ensures I get to see almost all messages – even if they are flagged or removed. It amazes, but doesn’t surprise me, that many people post in the late night or early morning hours. This poem of the day reminds me of the Tom Wait’s song, “Virginia Avenue.” In the middle of the night people just want somebody to tell their troubles to…
