why i can’t sleep, or “Intestinal Tract Torture, Opus 28”


scan0001Largo…it is 11:36pm and i am wide awake because….i came home from the grocery store and ate a chicken salad and pita sandwich after five thirty and fell asleep on my bed…

Crescendo…i did this because…i left chik-fil-a with a small chip…i mean “fry”…following the lab tests i had at the doctor…but was still quite hungry…but not overly….

because...muy allegro…mucho rapido…i am…still…suffering from some kind of “giant elephant sitting on my bladder intestinal gastronomic circus” unknown to the mountain state medical team assembled to take my pretty yellow urine sample and nice thick irish blood (red, like thick “heady” wine, not green like Vulcan) and determine why i am still suffering…this from a man who prays for sick people and God cures them of Cancer.

adagio….because…it is more difficult to receive than to give? because…it is easier to believe for their healing than mine? because…

crescendo…i am not sleeping well. the elephant doesn’t want to leave when i “now i lay me down to sleep…i pray the Lord won’t make me count sheep…” dreaming about every single sheep that hung on the edge of some mysterious irish mountain i have forgotten the name of…trying to remember what color spray paint was on what one…like trying to remember old friends you saw 20 years ago but remember now as “McCarthy” or “Joan” (and if it is, please change it to something exciting…just kidding)…or “sheep”…

polyphony…because…my mind feels oxygen deprived from people calling me during my sleeping periods and asking me things like “hey, buddy…are you awake?”

…because my system is so out of whack. i have more unexplained pain than Joel Osteen has smiling teeth…

because…fever pitch of symphonic polyphony…well, i just don’t know. if i could get some sleep, instead of listening to the moans and groans of the furnace blower, i just might…i maybe could…i possibly would…BIG FINISH…sleeeeeeepp! thunderous applause. the conductor sits down...and i close my eyelids and wander off to sleep..dreaming of…spray painted sheep…

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Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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