By Tiffin
© 1999 Tiffin, all rights reserved
Eye's wide-open, long lashed lids need oil
This mind plays tricks
Eyelids grate and scrape across the iris
Restless body toss and twists
Mattress moans in soft protest
Pound the pillow; slam thick feathers about
Yank my head down once more
Outside noises
Keep me awake
Wind is kicking, screaming against the walls
Branches sway and snap through the air
Plastic covered greenhouse bellows out in pain
Attic door slips and grinds against windy weight
Banging to a tune I don't like
Not a march, nor a waltz, sounds like crazy rock and roll
Worst than native drums
Clashing mallet against dried stretched leather
Just a noise without end