Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

baa baa
bad sheep—
we stayed up late to watch her
favorite show
"Sheep In The Big City"
I ate cookies, freshly baked
          at 2:30am
such instant gratification
gets more instantes by the year

no silly dreams   I
          am awake
dreaming wide awake of her
          upon whom
          I have begun to rest my expectations—
"I'm not ready to kiss you," she said
   on the porch of her house,
   "even though I already have."
too tired to follow up and
   check on the situation—
my weary eyes wanted only the drive home
          synapses   mind   brain
          gorgeous   simplicity

oh, sleep, that my own life could
be as carefree
   that only an incompetent general
   were chasing me around.
Instead, I get no one but
someone wanted in