put up the good fight

I want to write
a journal entry;
a simple verse
of poetry
or prose.

But my eyes,
like weighted tendrils,
like an octopus
bodybuilder;
the lids droop-
drop.

And I saw a dream-
and Hulk Hogan stood
and argued with the President,
who said milking ain't allowed
without a permit.

Then penguins were making a song
by which their fathers would,
and could,
and will
recognize them
from afar,
but one said,
That's crap.

So the baby started over,
and I gave up.
Because sleep is heavier than stone
but not snow.

And it's cold,
and I'm tired.


(c)2005 JJP