I'm Having Trouble Sleeping.

I'm Having Trouble Sleeping.

A Poem by Cole Hayley
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"we evolved in a series of accidents." I think that I think to much.

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  • I kept quiet for the most part. 
    My blood-less eyes stapled unto
    the nearest tree trunk
    and my spine knotted like a shoelace.

    I kept quiet for the most part, 
    until I manage to pick out your face. 
    Pulsing out from the mid-day buzz
    the inhered noise of city-space

    Ballons were tied tigtly around your ankels, 
    you said I was the only thing keeping you down.

    "Lets make a reservaiton!" I had scremed.
    "The coffee shop on second street
    The palace on third street
    and if theres a forth, we will reserve a seat!"

    You smiled, the same way you did
    day in and day out. Crossing your fingers
    and putting one hand over the other. 

  • © 2012 Cole Hayley


    Author's Note

    Cole Hayley
    i keep rhyming things off and they never make sense to me or anything that I consider a extension.


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    You're hinting at several things at once--chemical imbalance, insomnia, self-disillusionment--and that's in your periphery. I feel flashes of each in every stanza. There is a complete uncertainty in them all. The eyes stapled, trapped looking, bloodless, forced in the air, searching, unable to achieve rest... The girl at the end, going through her motions. Her coffee shop smile and habitual hand gesture are not comforting, but rather show an inability to be other than her public self. The beautiful couplet in the center like a doubt that emerges in the middle of all the subject's interactions. These painful words, or otherwise impression, perceived and internalized, creates fruit, dull and sour, by his own estimation, and to his own despair. Is this insanity? Schizophrenia? Some imbalance of mental chemical? Some lack of synchronicity in the universe? It may not be answerable, which induces only more fatigue of heart. A gasp of a piece. And the writer may need some true laughter to recover.

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    Good premise... keep writing.

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    I loved this. I only see one slight issue.
    "Balloons," "tightly," and "ankles" are all spelled wrong.
    The message was enlightening.

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    This was a very well written poem (:
    I

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    "I kept quiet for the most part" and "Ballons were tied tigtly around your ankels,
    you said I was the only thing keeping you down." Love it.. xo

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    An appointment made without reference to the calender can only be a date made in timelessness. It may explain why we cross our fingers at such offers.

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    i think that this is a poignant and carefully constructive account which is interesting and nicely written

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    I like the flow of thoughts and the actions in the poem. Good to share coffee and find a path to rest. I did like the ending to the excellent poem.
    Coyote

    Posted 12 Years Ago


    I really loved this. It's a really great read and I love how you worded everything, along with the setup of the poem. Lovely job. x

    Posted 12 Years Ago



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    Tags: Questions of chemical imbalance.

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    Cole Hayley
    Cole Hayley

    Montreal, Canada



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