Insomnia on Halloween

What a marvellous morning to be a zombie.
At work but not physcially grounded
not feeling the weight of the world underneath one's shoes
Driving across statelines in the fog
Cars backed upall the way down the line
Reminds you of being awake
a static, a know-it-all third person narrator
so aware of what's around him
that they can hear the sounds of stomach juices
digesting the lunchtime sandwich
hear the cries inside the child who cannot speak yet
from the new parents across the street
the moments fifteen years ago when he had similar troubles
Nation of Islam creationists
adverts for pain medication
educational movies without audiences
a soundtrack for those that are not watching but listening.
then Spanish language where every other word makes sense
Words chopped up and served warm
Until the morning comes thirty minutes later
and you turn around
do it again