Deltoids Poems

Insomniac Journal

At 2 o'clock in the morning I awoke. 
Lying there I sorted out 
Every detail of my life
And every discussion of the previous day, 
Having satisfied myself 
That angels don't have wings 
Because there is no air in outer space, 
And the trapezius, 
The pectorials, 
And the deltoids 
Would have to be monstrous 
To propel a body so massive. 
Angels would look more like bats 
Than humans 
(Origin of the vampire myths perhaps). 
Having (at 4:15) abandoned all hope 
Of going back to sleep, 
I get up for a cup of hot cocoa, 
While draping a blanket 
Over my shoulders Instead of getting dressed, 
Because there is a slight chance 
That I might want to sleep 
A couple more hours.
There are many mysteries 
That I resolved 
In the small hours of morning. 
But like a dream 
They have all faded 
Into the cold of this winter morning. 
Is it solipsistic in this room, 
Or is it just me? 
The solutions are melting away 
Like the ice crystals on the window-- 
The ice crystals, 
The dreams, 
And the vampires-- 
They all fade away with the dawn. 
I realize that I am a mere mortal, 
Retired, 
With too much time and space.