The More I Write…

The sleepier I get,

So herein, if you will, let,

Me wax poetic, or philosophical, psychological, or physiological,

Or downright, as is mostly the case, with me, illogical…

What I write is my life’ breathe,

I write to stay alive,

I write to survive,

Am I writing what others have done?

So what’s the harm, I write what I feel,

I like to write out in the sun,

I like to write out in the field,

But mostly I just like to write, even on the run…

The more I write; the MORE I write, etcetera, and ad infinitum,

To drag this unusual poem on for much longer I need more to say,

As today is my day off, and I cannot get any sleep when I lay,

I will write till I cannot barely sit up, allowing me to sleep away the day…

                           © ed – 3/6/04