I’ve been lying in bed at night
drinking, and thinking
and it’s not what you think—it’s water
I can’t get enough
I’m perpetually thirsty
I can’t sleep, I want to
but I can’t sleep
and it has me doing strange things, during odd hours
like I go for these walks at 1 in the morning
and the street lights
are old English lights
and then a fog rolls in
and the signs on the road, don’t make sense to me
I get lost
among tired fears
and the road stretches on, and I keep walking down it
toward, no destination.
If I walk far enough, I’ll see the sunlight
but I won’t have the energy
to journey back.
There are men with beards, just like me
sleeping in the hedges, and when the women run by
they scream
at these men, who are
woken in terror
by the same thing.
All I want to do is be normal
and avoid neurotic women—
it’s okay to be abnormal, if the women don’t mind.
If you’re a rockstar
long hair, works
anything else, spells danger
It’s the one word, women can spell
even if, they don’t know its meaning.
Having a place in society, gives me a sense of security
but it can also feel like
a trap
The man who can sleep at night
is half-tramp/half-trooper
his bags are packed
and the road can be traveled
even if, the signs
don’t tell him
where to go.