When All The World’s Asleep But Me

Sometimes it’s everything

All for the gusto

Sometimes it not for much

Of anything at all

All the reasons

All the thinking

The twisting, the turning

The spinning and

All the emptiness which seems to tag along

All of this is a piece of shit

Left for the vultures, the worms, the politicians

Maybe it should be for the ex’s

And all their new-found lovers

Maybe is just a no good baby

See what I come up with,

At 3:00 am, with all the lights off,

And no sleep?

Somewhere, off in the distance

I can hear the coyotes

they’re up too

And from the sound of their howls,

They’re just as frustrated as I am

I can’t sleep, I can not sleep

No sleep for me

I listen again

But now, nothing

Now even the coyotes

Have finally wound down

And found a little shuteye

Lucky bastards,

I sure can’t

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Big Day

The bed is tussled

As she bounces about

“Get up, get up”, Alex screams

She’s been waiting months

For this day

And I could not have cared less

She was dressed and ready to go

I was a far cry from awake

Still lost in dreams and very hung-over

So I did the only thing I could think of

I gave her the finger

Rolled over

And went back to sleep

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

To Do List

So many thing to do

So much that needs to be done

Clean the house

Cut the lawn

Paint that door

Pay the bills

Go to the post office

Call that old friend

All these weight like a freight train on the mind

So much that needs to be done

Better take some time

Think it over

So I toss to my left

And fall back to sleep

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Midnight Stirs

Long past midnight

Most stir in beds

Left for dreams of happy days

And vacation houses on the beach

Some, however, are left to darker nights

Left to stew in thoughts of the undone

Or a past of what’s been done

I slowly pace this home

As quiet as the mice within the walls

And if luck hits me

I might join them tonight

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Nights Like This

Every now and then

I have one of these nights

My mind doesn’t stir in worry

All awash in calm

Drinks aren’t too stiff

Smoke doesn’t linger too long

There is a warmth from a small fire

And a book to be lost in

Sleep come with relative ease

Heavy eyes give way

To simple thoughts of nothingness

A subtle tease which always leaves room for more

All dreams are at a slower pace

All are lucid and worth remembering

No panic, no chasing, no reason to run or hide

Guards can be let down

All awash in calm

For every once in a while

There are nights like this

Even demons need a night off

So I’ll take advantage

Giving way to a restful night

© Dicky J Loweman 2014