Fatigue

my fatigued body lies

on a bed of familiarity,

past its normal time of

evening departure but

it makes no difference

as tired eyes close and

thoughts drifts to dreams

and my mind slows just

enough to let distant

desires and feeling in,

no any kind of sleep in

in small acquisitions of

time and yet, the clock

on the stand shows a

good hour and a half

have passed, leaving

me with some rest of

the body in question

yet not the kind that

makes a difference or

shares the claim that

“like a baby I slept;”

and, this is expected,

always expected the

night those poisoned

terrorists are sent to

silently destroy the enemy

when in the process, there

are always casualties of

the good kind that are

left in the wake as well,

and in this patriotic

gesture of good faith

medicine, I am poisoned

to the “gills,” in order

to gain a “foot up” on

my future... still, not a

worthwhile future, just

a retirement that is

mediocre at best, since

my ambition was left

behind in my old high

school desk that had been

on loan to guys like us

for years and we never

knew why they were all

smiling at us exactly.

21May16