I cannot sleep
But the why isn't threatening
But it postpones the possibility,
Of a 6am wakeup.
I would like to say that annoys me
But kicking your toddler of a son
Off the bed,
Is disheartening.
So,
Maybe I’ll just write this
For my fellow squad of insomniacs.
To you all,
Looks for legos
In the realm of your eyelid’s enclosure.
You're Not you.
You are you you you,
Puppeteering a trench leather coat.
If you find yourself irked by lunar silence,
Your self is speaking a sun,
Of people in loving defiance.
For some this sound is maddening.
For others, entertaining.
Me?
Perhaps they are having a meeting!
For planning tomorrow’s success.
If you were to arson their office
In melatonic flames
They could not create
A model of business
That could summon tomorrow’s
Change,
For the better.
So,
Next that you lay down,
Let your you you and you converse
And thank them for their unpaid hours
And know within, they only want
To kiss kneecaps while offering flowers

Drop to pillow,
Submit to blanket,
Close your eyes,
look around.
Their arms of chubby and
Squishy hugs,
I hope my verbiage warms your heart,
As their kisses cause
My knees to buckle
And put me down on caps and knuckle
Where I pose as a smiling jungle-gym
With my back an apparent saddle.
I would could never ask more
Than to be a spectator of sentient pieces
That valiantly try to capture the checkers
While playing a game of chess