Somniloquy ------- I’m too sleepy for poetry that weaves my threads of thought into a thousand tiny braids twisted tendrils whose tensile strength only God must know I’m too sleepy for words that bend my gray matter backwards and sideways and forwards again stretching and sticking like taffy that’s never quite smooth enough I’m too sleepy for strings of letters that interrupt my consciousness with their discontinuities as even the most sonorous sequences slip into sudden silence