Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Fighting to Sleep

I’ve wondered about
Charlie Parker’s dreams—
if they frightened him,
if he spoke of them,
if he remembered them.
I’ve wondered if
he looked forward
to sleep.
I do,
but maybe not falling asleep.
Sometimes you go
so hard, sleep
just takes you.
Sometimes that’s
an evasion.
It’s brave
to try to fall asleep,
to get into bed,
close your eyes,
slow your mind
and confront the tyranny
of guilt,
of embarrassment,
of what happened.


This is the second poem in a series of unrelated poems I hope to be writing and posting throughout the next few weeks.

1 comment:

  1. *snaps fingers*
    I'm sure that Bird's dreams required a lot of bravery to confront.