The world sleeps in deep slumber
while I lay awake recounting
the history of Solomon and Sheba
the fan hums above my head
and my bed beckons me to lie in it
the angel of sleep has been angry with me
lately
she has refused to visit me
to make my eyes droopy with exhaust
my coffee cup on the table
stands mockingly
for it has played a part
in the angel’s rage against me
my fags peep out of their box
waiting for me to pick one
I say turn away from them
I will coax and beg sleepy angel
to visit me again
to wave her wand at me
to help me droop my eyes
wide awake
I go to coax the angel of sleep
20th April