21st Century Insomnia

A thousand weeks of

sleepless dreams,

Awake to hear

my eyelids scream,

A tossing body

miles too hot,

and sweat to make

your nostrils rot,

Agenda of the

century, what will

tomorrow’s outfit be?

A blaring phone-screen

tries to find

an image to

sedate my mind,

But all I see

are things to buy

‘Ten Films to Watch

Before You Die’

There’s no chance

I would drift away

Without completing

Groundhog Day.