too tired to do homework

my thoughts too busy to sleep.

I shift, trying to loosen the knots in my neck.

no position is comfortable

It’s too hot with the covers and too cold without them.

I roll over, shifting my legs around the cat lying on the blankets.

My restlessness sends her from the bed
twisting her tail with contempt.

_I kick around the extra space for awhile.

I flop to my back and stare at the ceiling

trying to find order in the twisting war of my thoughts.
Words and images flit across my mind

leaving vapour trails along the inside of my forehead.
They disrupt me.

Pull the gentle harmony of rest out of my grasp.

Worry and stress stretch me thin as they cause disharmony
Random noise that sets my head pounding.

I sit up and talk to the air

trying to weaken my thoughts through the reality of sound
More thoughts crowd in

demanding attention, their moment in center stage..

I lay on my stomach, hugging my pillow.

I want to sleep!!!

My eyelids are so heavy I let them close, and lay there,
Waiting for rest.

by Nancy Vanden-Eykel

 

 

 

 

10 The Other Press November 1, 1993
Shit That Rhymes
andrew that damn clown
this book i can't put down
her humor'S so dry
hke the chicken: fry
what's this thing libido
some kinda new burrito? Take 3
“washing the dishes M ~~
hquid that leaches YY y
that shit that don't O Hand
rhyme
im my drink place a lime
reed first name lou The sky was darkened by my greyness state
gibberish, Ya man so are The depressing mood I’d learned to hate
you
It brought me with such hurtfulness
hairdresser on fire That such thoughts I thought I put to rest
crimes you conspire
alice, mel, vera and flo I lay there dwelling of this roughness text
end of the page. sorry My life is though a lifeless sect
bud. gotta go I feel as though I’m ripped apart
From what really matters, from within my heart
mace Shapers No one listens to what I say
That’s why night is a darkened day
Nothing is worth the pain one feels
When life is over and death is real
Twisted Sheets One feels as though a lifeless doll
Tin eels One feels as though he’s going to fall

The feelings of ones indignity
The love they show, they do not see

We try to help, but feel no fear
We talk to them, but they do not hear

Please take my hand, I’ll help you through
Let me help, I'll talk to you

I’ll be your friend, please talk to me
Fight yourself, I'll help you be

The one you like and want to see
Lnere we go, reacn tor me

Take my hand, hold on tight
Don't let go
Thank you God, Thank you

- by Diana Ransome