Lately when I should be sleeping
I’m up and writing poems
Esoteric thoughts bleed through
While the owls are cruising main street
I’m not saying much these days
Letting the pundits spew their vitriol
Standing on the sidelines has merits
You don’t get hit with a pie meant for them
Living in NYC
Is like having a target on my chest
Terrorists want this prize
I just want a night’s sleep, dream free