SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

Somehow the worthless sun beats down the day
with it’s blue sky daring motorcycles
to leap canyons and poets
to do it too.

the light is never pale.
only the forbidden is brighter still.
only the voice that says
today will be different
rings a bell more true
than the lie.

sleep is for weak
and awake
is for

nothing

i can say.