The Temptress Insomnia (aka Dog Tired)
My mistress comes to me by night
She’s my persistent muse
And takes me by the pen
Is this why I refuse …
To yield unto my impulse
And let my weary head
Slump into a blissful sleep
On pillow in my bed
Instead she takes roughly
As we ride through the night
A metaphor for urgency
To jump aboard the flight…
Of fancy, rhythmic pleasures
Coursing wildly through my mind
Always seeking gently
I now find her behind …
My aberrant behaviour
Unfaithfulness to rest
Subconscious beats unconscious
Full in, she’s more than guest
It’s her tune that I dance to
Her merry little jig
And although I’m tired I know
Something stirs, and it’s big
And yet the truth is simple
It’s as plain as I can see
That all my very best verse
Comes when she lets me be
Fully rested and fully slept
Not exhausted as a dog
Who tries to peer through tiredness
As if through ancient mystic fog