Sleep escapes me,
can't turn the switch off in my mind,
thoughts, words, images, dance
The Mephisto Waltz between the lines
in my head. Can't form clear verses,
why, why can not the ideas lay down,
I am chasing, runnung, around the paper
after them like a cat after a mouse.
Rhymes jump rope in rhythm, to the tapping of my pen,
yet the ink does not flow.
i close my eyes, I rest my head to see if my dreams
will write for me instead.