Sleep Song

I sat my ass right down on Moose Jaw
Removed my socks to throw to Mexico
Tomorrow's work-shirt the lumpy shield
I fluff the Rockies for my pillow
Pulled the prairies up to my neckline
Turned my back to the warmth below
My hand in front of me feels the tree line
While Pangnirtung receives my toes

Rolling over I fell to sleep
Rolling over I fail to sleep

I haven't made my bed in weeks
I'd rather clean my whole damned room
Don't want to now it's time to sleep
And I'm tired of waking up tired, too
I notice comfort, I know discomfort
It's just another night that I'll get through
In the morning I'll be too busy
And tomorrow night will come too soon

Then rolling over I'll fall to sleep
And rolling over I'll fail to sleep

The laundry pile's high enough to notice
I'll do just enough to find the floor
Throw the clean stuff atop my covers


I love refrains. I think it is a sadly under-used poetic device, far too dominated by the chorus in songs. I also love the word "refrain." Wait just a damned minute...I wrote a song...first...time...ever...I hope it doesn't suck. I'll have a look at it in a week or so and freak out about how terrible it is. For right now it captures a certain feeling for me...it is a quiet protest song...