I never sleep early on monday nights

no rain to cradle me with its cold, no legs to wrap mine around.

lousy country songs rattle through my mind,

crushing my eyes, pushing my ears through my teeth.

the train on it’s last trip,

no mcdonalds or sweet kisses for me.

the blinds hypnotize me, I hypnotize myself,

falling, hurtling through space oddly resembling my bedsheets

of course I can’t breathe straight or think without catching.

no landing without breakfast coming up,

let this rabbit in a hat head float until morning.