Cheryle Sanders Poet I do not know?

Insomniac Chef

1:30am eyes pop open 
head quite empty 
one thought circles 

what to cook? 
what to cook? 

'shut the hell up brain 
give me my space back 
it's 1 bloody 30 
I need the rest' 

the thought sores higher 

WHAT TO COOK? 
WHAT TO COOK? 

leaving no room for an answer 
no rest for the chef 

so I get up out of bed 
and bake bread

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Bob Conklin March 30, 2016 at 12:07 PM Thanks! It's at: http://bobbingforbooks.tumblr.com/post/141953521583/insomniac-chef130am-eyes-pop-open-head-quite

Bob Conklin March 29, 2016 at 2:37 PM Hi, cheryle. I really like this poem. Is it OK if I reprint it to my tumblr blog giving you proper credit? Thanks. Cheryle Sanders March 30, 2016 at 10:56 AM Of course, for sure, namaste! Cheryle Sanders March 30, 2016 at 10:54 AM Of course, for sure, namaste!