Greetings from nyc… Im here for a work meeting.. Getting here involved getting up at 4am… Which on its own would not have been too bad… But i never really managed to fall asleep last night. Usually i sleep like a rock as soon as my head hits the pillow.. But last night i had a cool work problem in my head.. .. And a mechanical problem for the stamp mobile.. Swilling around in my head in one of those stupid confused movie loops one sometimes gets… I remember reading a poem about just that from my favorite poet, billy collins. .. Its called insomnia….

Insomnia
By Billy Collins

Even though the house is deeply silent
and the room, with no moon,
is perfectly dark,
even though the body is a sack of exhaustion
inert on the bed,

someone inside me will not
get off his tricycle,
will not stop tracing the same tight circle
on the same green threadbare carpet.

It makes no difference whether I lie
staring at the ceiling
or pace the living-room floor,
he keeps on making his furious rounds,
little pedaler in his frenzy,
my own worst enemy, my oldest friend.

What is there to do but close my eyes
and watch him circling the night,
schoolboy in an ill-fitting jacket,
leaning forward, his cap on backwards,
wringing the handlebars,
maintaining a certain speed?

Does anything exist at this hour
in this nest of dark rooms
but the spectacle of him
and the hope that before dawn
I can lift out some curious detail
that will carry me off to sleep—
the watch that encircles his pale wrist,
the expandable band,
the tiny hands that keep pointing this way and that.

So.. He i sit in the most exciting city in the world. , ready to go to sleep at 9:30 pm… It just aint right…

But im so sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Nite all, nite sam
-me

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