Myriad Nightmares Played Out by the Sleepless

by Dan McGee

I dance madly in a daze of anti rest

Feeling the rings around my eyes:

Feeding, fat worms,

Deltas of lost sleep in corners.

My stomach sloshes and arks,

An infernal pit of medicine,

Heaving up my throat,

A flame on a gasoline trail.

The hateful, voracious sun

Burns the pages of night 

Directly in my eyes.

If my newfound insomnia

Was time falling in grains of sand into an hourglass,

It would be on a widow’s black back.